So we’ve moved, and are settling into our new house.
When we first started the process of looking, I didn’t really want to think about it. I don’t handle change at all well. I never have done – and especially if that change involves moving out of a huge, gorgeous rental house with a really nice landlady. I think at the back of my mind there was also a nervousness about the permanence of this particular house move. Wherever we went to, we were committing a lot of money and a much longer period of time than I have ever moved into a new place for before.
I feel like I’m making excuses, because for a number of weeks I was really quite low about the whole thing and I have a feeling that I looked like a bit of a spoiled brat. Buying a house aged 24? Fantastic! A nice house in a sought after road and a convenient location? You lucky thing! It didn’t feel like that. The day that our offer was accepted I was too low to barely even care. It smelt funny and looked really small compared to where we were currently living.
Four months later, though, and I am feeling lucky and I am feeling excited. I know that this house can and does work for us. We’ll need to put up a few shelves to help contain All My Stuff, but that’s not a big deal. There’s some pointing that needs attending to at the back upstairs, and ideally we’d fix the front door so it isn’t such a wrenching pig to get open. These things take money, and that’s the distinct down side to owning your house – that you are totally financially responsible, just after the buying and moving process which is already expensive enough.
It does feel like ours now, though, and it smells like ours too. Just got to finish unpacking.
A nice perk? Getting-up-for-work sunrises like the below. This mobile phone snap doesn’t do the sunrise in question justice by a hundred times over – but look at that framing! The little white smudge is smoke rising from somebody’s chimney.
I think we’re going to be really happy here. We are really happy here.