Sorry it’s been a bit quiet round here this week, we’ve had a rather eventful few days. Last week we viewed a flat with the simple intention of seeing what the rental market was offering right now, nothing else. 20 minutes later we had decided to take it. With another couple viewing it straight after us we had to make the decision then and there. Moving wasn’t something we were going to consider doing for quite a while yet, but when you find the perfect place, sometimes you have to take a leap of faith and snap it up before somebody else does.
Our new home is amazing. A garden maisonette (is it lame we’re excited about having stairs?) two bedrooms, a bigger kitchen and the best thing…a garden. Last summer B especially craved a garden more than ever; the boy needs to be outside. So this year it’s going to be all about the BBQs and outdoor gatherings.
We move in less than 4 weeks and we’re both sad about leaving our little flat. This was our first proper house together, it was where B proposed and where we called home for almost our first year of marriage. And I’m not ashamed to say that we both had a little freak out that maybe we didn’t want to leave at all. But we quickly got over that and know that this move will be the start of an awesome new adventure. The new flat is in a brilliant area, complete with a greengrocers, deli, cafes and butchers about 2 minutes from our house. An area I thought we’d never be able to afford a place in and yet we discovered this bargain of a gem.
So now the sorting and packing begins, hence the boxes. I can’t say I’m that excited about moving day, but it will all be worth it. And the new place is stocked full of storage so we definitely have room to grow. And maybe squeeze in that 70s sideboard I’ve been craving….