We’re well on our way to winter already, the temperatures have dropped and we just had our first snow today. But let’s go back to when it was warm and sunny, and we were walking around in dresses! Or, dirty T-shirts really, as our whole summer was taken up by renovating our new house. And, as it turned out, so was our autumn. This is because prior to us, the house belonged to an elderly couple. We’ve only seen their son, who told us they lived there for 18 years without really maintaining the house or the garden. It was habitable, but that’s about it. It was quite unbelievable (and also very visible) that an 80 year old woman had lived there by herself the last year. It was very cold, there were unfinished works, and it was so, so dirty. Our first idea was to only do the minimal work, move in at the 1st of October, and then spend the winter renovating the small house in the backyard so we could rent it out next summer.
Spring has rushed into summer so fast this year, that the post I usually write at the turn of the season is two months late. The reason for this is that we have finally found what we have been looking for these past years: a place of our own! But let’s begin where our last post left off: at the beginning of Spring. A time where we started to recover from a tumultuous time with multiple moves with a newborn. We were still not sure what we wanted in terms of our own place, but we were trying not to get frustrated and were looking forward to a summer of just living our life in one place, without too much happening.
Our third winter has again been quite different from the past two. I wasn’t looking forward to it because last winter seemed to be hard and lasted forever. Due to our multiple moves it seemed like spring came around much faster. This winter’s theme has been ‘doing nothing’. Ofcourse we haven’t really been doing nothing, but we just wanted to get some rest, and not make any immediate plans. After our second move to our current house, I was completely drained. I was still feeling the after effects of having a baby, the brain fog was only just starting to lift. We desperately needed to get some rest. And winter is perfect for that: there is not much to do in the garden, the weather isn’t very inviting most of the time, and our new (to us) couch has a high snuggle-up factor.
Months before Frida was born I knew having her would mean our yurt life would come to an end. It’s not that living in a yurt with a baby is impossible. We actually really enjoyed the two months that we had with her in the yurt. But we had been living with a certain amount of comfort that costs more energy than a more conventional lifestyle. The yurt is great in the summer, but the comfort level definitely goes down in the winter. Having a baby already takes so much energy on all kinds of levels, I felt like I couldn’t handle much more than that. We felt that this was the time to go back to a more conventional lifestyle, which for us meant moving to a house.
It is with a bittersweet feeling that I write this post, for this summer has been our last season in the yurt, at least for a while. When we moved in on Christmas eve 2014, we thought it would be just a temporary solution, for a couple of months at the most. We started looking for a piece of land to buy right away, thinking it wouldn’t take too long for us to find something. As we’ve learned (and heard from others in similar situations), ‘temporary’ is always longer than you think. A few months turned into almost two years, and though the search for land has been a bit frustrating at times, living in the yurt, for the most part, certainly hasn’t. We’ve tried to enjoy the yurt as much as possible this summer, although we had a lot of other stuff on our mind as well.