We are moving, again. This time, to a more permanent situation; something that will be ours. Our moving date is 16 December 2024, so five days to go, eish!

In order to move, we need to prepare the temporary space to live in while we plan to build the actual house that we will permanently live in, until God decides otherwise. Even though this space is temporary, it is a lot of hard work and money, because we would also like to be as comfortable as possible while living there.

We have been through something similar before, but it did not make this experience less stressful. Some days the exhaustion and stress of the process became so much that we decided to drive to the beach to just watch the view or walk on the shore to relax and clear our minds from it all. Usually, these drives were ignited by Cameron, because between the two of us, he did the heavy labour. The heat absolutely worsened things.

I found that these drives were (and still are) necessary to just destress and not bring those emotions into our home with us. Even though the beach and the drives were a destressing factor, the ultimate therapy came from the progress that was made.

Every day, even if we only managed to do one simple thing, like connect the water, or add the basin, or something that seems insignificant, the fact that it was done, meant progress. That feeling of knowing that we are a little further that we were yesterday, is indeed therapeutic.

Despite the stress, anxiety, and other overwhelming emotions that can discourage us, the progress encourages us. Despite not having time for blogs, books or a personal life, I am content and can rest in the fact that soon I will be able to relax under a roof that is ours.

All the chaos will be worth it in the end, and every little progress offers therapy along the journey.