Hi guys! It’s been not even a fortnight since I posted a few words to you and it literally feels like months! So much is going on everyday and I finally moved to my dream flat (*yay*) so have no internet yet… which, strangely enough, doesn’t bother me that much! I mean, with everyday trips to Ikea, Sainsbury’s, Tesco, DIY-shops and dozens of other places, when I finally get home I just want to seat down, have a cuppa and do nothing at all. But yeah, at the beginning it’s always super hectic so I’m not going to bore you with the details.
As for the flat… Like I told you before, I saw two. The first one was absolutely amazing, with wooden floors, cream decor and a fireplace! And it was in Kensington!!! Before even seeing the other one I was absolutely sure I wanted that. So I called mum to tell her about it. After listening for half an hour of how mind-blowing it was, she just said: ’31 metres and no wardrobe. You’ll end up sleeping in the bath tub’. I so wanted to prove how wrong she was but then I realised that with the fireplace on one wall, windows on the other, bedroom door next to it and finally the kitchen the was no way to put a wardrobe in. Or shoe shelves. Or, basically, any storage space. Therefore, with my heart broken in pieces I decided to listen to mum’s advice for once and said goodbye to Kensington with all my fingers (and toes) crossed for the other flat not to be a total disaster. At that point I was so gutted and ready to accept pretty much whatever’s available.
And then I saw the other flat. The other flat… oh my! It was actually similar to the first one, except… it’s twice as big! Ok, maybe there’s no fireplace and the location is not even close to posh but it’s near the city centre and after all, I’ve always been more of an East End girl, haven’t I. I fell in love with the flat immediately so no need to tell you I was completely blown away when I’d received a call from the landlord saying we’re accepted. It felt like Christmas. Or better.
Paperwork and related stuff took over a week and last Sunday we finally moved it. After almost 3 weeks of sleeping in bad hotels and friends’ houses moving to your own place feels surreal. And all the little things make you happy.
Of course, there are still some things to buy and some work to be done but I’m telling you, having coffee an toast at your own kitchen table is the best feeling in the world.