It's two weeks yesterday since we moved, and I think today I experienced the first inkling of what it'll be like to feel really at home here.
You see, that, for me, is, in a round-about kind of way at least, the first sign that I'm settling in.
The next sign is the purchase of some completely unnecessary piece of furniture just because, you know, it'll go.
Anyway, back to feeling at home.
It could be that the wireless is finally working properly, but it's more likely because last night we had a semi-impromptu housewarming. A bunch of people came over in the time-honoured traditional fashion to partake of barbecue-charred meats and cold salads. And beer. Lots and lots of beer.
There's something about getting pleasantly drunk in the presence of friends that really makes you feel at home. Wherever you are.
And if you're actually at home, then all the better.