Moving house...

I've been back in Spain for almost a week, and so much has happened that I almost feel a little dizzy.

If you've read my last few blog posts of 2024, you'll know that I finally found a flat to rent - after two years of a homeless, nomadic lifestyle that saw me moving house every few weeks or months. This past week has seen us moving yet again, but this time without a deadline. It's been fun to rediscover bedding, kitchen stuff and clothing that has been packed away in storage for the past two years - almost like getting a brand new wardrobe. My dog (who went a little crazy with joy on seeing me again after a month's absence) seldom lets me out of her sight and the photo above shows her "helping" me to do the first laundry in the new flat.

The dog isn't allowed up on the furniture; she knows this, and always sleeps obediently on her own bed. But since we've moved into the new place, I've given her permission also to sleep on an old Ikea chair that used to be the cats' bed.  I've had to smile at how she's enjoyed this new-found freedom. Although she more often sleeps on her usual bed, she's begun climbing up on the "chair bed" every now and then - trying out new sleeping positions or watching from there as I move and unpack lots of boxes and bags.

Thank you for your prayers over these past two years. I am thankful to have found a more stable home for the next season of my life.