I have moved three times in the last 16 months. Discarding, prioritising, re-making, doing without, packing essentials, forming new habits and ways to do the previously familiar and automatic.

It clarified what’s important. What do I have to make sure is set up, thriving, before I can feel at home?

Turns out it’s this. Things growing. Things green. Either beautiful or edible, and most often both.

I had my balcony planned out, how I would stop my pots leaking on the street below, whether fake grass is really, really tacky… and had bought what I needed to set up before I had even thought about where I would put the fridge and whether my bed would fit in my bedroom.

This is just half my balcony garden :

Get this bit right for me, so I can look on it from most angles inside, and everything can fall gently into place around it.