It was about this time last year that we first saw our house. We had only been looking for a few weeks and never expected to find somewhere so quickly.
We fell in love with the veranda, the old tiles and beams, the large rooms and the feeling of space. We thought that the derelict cottage could be a great place (eventually) to put up friends. We discovered our local town functioned all year round, not just when the English came out in summer. We liked the curves of the hills and the great sky above.
A year ago, we were going through all the uncertainties of purchase: legal documents in a language that we barely spoke; signing, knowing that we really didn't understand what we had signed; relying totally on an inexperienced estate agent to hold our hands through the process; trying to book a removals company while not knowing when we might move; concerned about rabies vaccines for the dogs and pets passports; the mixture of fear and excitement.
It seems impossible - where has the year gone? Sometimes we feel breathless at the speed of change. Other times it feels like we have been here forever.