It's a warm, calm Monday afternoon in Dunedin.
Travis and I have just used my shiny new secateurs to prune the vines growing over the end of the deck. And now Travis is in the bathroom knocking on walls as he prepares to put up a towel rail using his new Christmas drill. I've hung out washing on the clothes line so that it can dry in the sun. And I'm about to unpack one of the suitcases we still have lurking around in our cupboards.
Since we moved in, we've been reading home decorating magazines and having satisfying conversations about rearranging the kitchen and painting the lounge, tearing out old fixtures and choosing furniture. Home ownership is absorbing. I'm scheming house schemes in the way that I usually scheme travel schemes.