I’m very happy to report that our flat hunt has come to an end, and we have found a new lovely flat in the heart of Walthamstow Village. It even has a little back garden with lots of green grass, which I’m sure we will value highly when spring finally decides to arrive (When will that be exactly?)
So the packing has commenced, in a big way. I have made the mistake of packing all my clothes away, so have been forced to wear the same 10 items for about a week now.
The best part of moving to a new place, is that it’s a fresh start. I love getting creative with the decorating, and I can’t wait to make the new place feel like home. This in between face isn’t much fun, but there’s a bright light at the end of the tunnel. And, a proper nice bath which I can’t wait to drop a bath bomb from Lush into, and soak for while (I’m imagining candles, face masks, glass of wine, good book and Netflix – In reality, I’ll probably be bored after 5 minutes.)
So my life is full or organisation at the moment. I’m pretty good at making things happen, but I don’t particularly like it. On the other hand, I don’t like trusting others with the tasks either, so I’m running around my own little hamster wheel of death. Thankfully it’s all over soon, so I can let my brain think some more creative thoughts, rather than just numbers, dates and endless phone calls.
Our old flat has served us well. The one thing I will miss the most is the amazing view over London, and the feeling of being above the hectic city. But, as annoying as moving is, I am so looking forward to it.