* confessions of a dork. : home is where the heart is.

home is where the heart is.

about a month ago (valentine weekend, to be exact), we made the “big move” — in fact, so big that to this day, we have not fully moved-in since we still have about 5% of our stuff in the old house (at least, i still have a cabinet-full). our new home has been in construction for at least a year-and-a-half (or so…i lost count already), so when a moving truck became conveniently available one weekend, my dad decided it was time. forget that construction in the basement was still on-going at the time. i guess, when the opportunity comes, you have to grab it.

Cuenca Perspective 2

architect’s perspective of our dream home

moving — be it to a new home, a new job, a new school, or another country (name it, we’ve all been there at one point) — always deals us with a mixed bag of emotions. i was definitely excited to have a change in environment, and the prospect of turning the arduous task of decorating the new home into my “personal project”, but i also knew that i was going to miss dear old “camp oz”. i also had to add 15-30 minutes to my daily work commute, not to mention, pumping more gas weekly to cover the extra distance (the skyrocketing oil/gas prices even made it a little painful in the pocket too!). moving definitely brought back ~~horrific~~ memories of having to pack-unpack, and leave people and things behind, be it temporarily or for good. for someone who’s had to go through relocation at least seven times already, i would think i’d be an expert at this. but unfortunately, i still am not because each experience posed its own challenges. but at the end of the day, after all the dust have been dusted off, after all the boxes have been (almost) unpacked, and after all the backaches and sore muscle from moving are gone, i am thankful to come home to a place where our family can create more memories to last our lifetimes.