Survival Instincts
Humans truly are remarkable creatures, and their ability to adapt to new environments is amazing to behold. Take me, for instance; it was only 3 weeks ago that I was more than happy, living in a one-bedroom flat, with so many creature comforts, yet now, I'm still managing to survive in a two bedroom, two balcony, third floor flat, complete with lovely views and lots of space. How I can go on living is testament to our (and my) built-in survival skills.
If you couldn't infer that we've moved into a new flat from that opening gambit, well, we've moved. Moved across town (geographically), onto the bottom rung of the housing ladder (metaphorically), and into the sky by a whole three floors (vertically.)
It feels really nice to have our own place, and to know that rather than our money making someone else's mortgage payments, we're giving ourselves a bit of financial security for the future. But what have we got for our money, you ask? 2 bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom, a kitchen, a generously sized hallway, and a bunch of built in storage. It isn't Trump Towers, but it'll do to be getting on with. All that's left to do is a) unpack a bunch of boxes (which reminds me: has anyone seen the cheese grater?), b) figure out where stuff now lives (does anybody know where to put the cheese grater once I find it?), and c) decorate the place. I'm keen on making the office (second bedroom) into a dark and seedy space, with brown walls, venetian blinds, and old, mahogany bookshelves. It'd make me feel all old and wise. I'm not sure about the other rooms yet, though.
Watch this space (again, it's a metaphor), and I'll post some pictures, a bit like that naked ebay guy with the kettle, but less naked (is that an oxymoron?), and no kettles.
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