I’m basking in the glow of my newly shifted house. My yellow, sunshiny place is wonderful – everything is brand new and clean and amazing. The owner even planted basil, rosemary and coriander in the garden for me. The cat seems happy (she’ll be happier when she finally gets to go outside on a regular basis) and I’ve got everything unpacked and in it’s place. There are a few downsides: no phone jack so it’s going to be extremely expensive and no doubt take a million years to have the phone line installed and the internet connected (me living without the internet is simply not an option, I’m sorry), plus the hot water tank is tiny and needs to be switched on and off to stop it from heating up all day and costing me a fortune in power bills. Though, if these are my main concerns, then I’m sure I will be fine.
The move itself was really easy and quick – three Mistubishi Mirage loads and one fill of a borrowed flatbed truck – done. I unpacked everything and sorted it all that afternoon so I’ve been able to just enjoy being in it since then. I thought the yellow walls might be a much much after a while, but they aren’t too bad so far.
Unlike a lot of places I’ve lived in, whoever renovated (actually, they converted the place from a garage to a little self-contained flat) actually did the job properly, so everything fits together and works. It’s amazing.
I’ve got a great little yard with a covered over porch for BBQ’s and warm afternoons spent cider-drinking with friends. Most importantly, it’s my own little space where I can be as fastidious, crazy, introverted and naked as I please (well, once I get some proper curtains on that damned kitchen window – the neighbors balcony looks right in!)
So, how much do you adore my new place?