I'm aware that I have a pretty pleasant life, and I try to be grateful for this most of the time. But this year in particular...
I recently worked out that I have moved house 31 times in my 51 years.
But in less than 4 weeks, my partner and I are moving in to our last ever home... the place where we expect to spend the rest of our lives (unless we win the lottery!).
The circumstances around how we came about getting this place are sad... my partner's sister died, and we are taking over the flat where she lived.
The flat is double the size of where we currently live, and the rent is less than half what we currently pay, so it's really going to help us a lot, financially. Also, my partner is the beneficiary of his sister's life insurance, which has enabled us to basically gut the place and make it to our own tastes, buy appliances, furniture, etc.
Sometimes it feels wrong that we are benefitting so greatly from her death, but I know she would have wanted us (well, her brother at least... I didn't know her very well) to be happy and have a comfortable home.
Because of this move, my life is going to change immeasurably for the better, and I never want to forget this or stop being thankful for it.
How about you?
