Shhhh....

I've been pretty quiet on here lately and that's been for a very good reason.

I've moved!

Due to moving I've been extremely busy with packing/unpacking, painting furniture, lugging boxes about and generally trying to catch up on sleep. Falling shower rails, blinds and rain hasn't helped matters. As with every move there is the obligatory no internet period and my new flat doesn't seem to get a great 3G signal.

It's been an adventure though! My parents helped me shift furniture on Saturday and I felt a little bad I couldn't offer them a drink more interesting then water to quench their thirst. It has been HOT these past few weeks! Do yourself a favour and don't move in the summer.

I've yet to discover how to work the boiler and get hot water for a shower, but I've done the important things like arrange my mantle over the fire and cushions on my sofa. The morning sun streams in through the kitchen window and the afternoon sun warms the lounge and the bedrooms - perfect!

I'll have to put some photos up soon when I'm through with organising everything, I'm pretty house proud!

And to all the friends and family who have put up with me for the past few months, there'll be a dinner invitation through your door very soon I promise :-)

                             
                                                              Image from Google - I was too busy to take photos on Saturday!

Moving on...up?

No, probably down a little. The truth is I need to move out of my parents house and actually let them enjoy their post-child life without me living with them. When they held me in their arms 25 years ago I bet they didn't think "I hope she is living with us when she's 25!". So...after their subtle hints at when my departure might be and my eventual cry and panic over affording to live alone in the south of England (where renting costs a small fortune), I have begun my search for a new home.

Mum says I need to "nest". I'm not totally sure this is true because 1) I'm not an animal I'm a human and 2) I'm not expecting a baby and I think "nesting" happens when you're pregnant. I have come up with a helpful little list of positives of moving out though (collated from past experience of living away from home...don't worry I have actually left home a few times...I just bounce back like I'm on a bungee cord):

• I can eat cereal for dinner (there is probably nothing stopping me from doing this now though)
• Temperature will be perfect and suited to me (not too hot, not too cold)
• I can hang bunting and lights (family aren't fans of these things)
• Don't feel like washing up? No problemo
• Washing can be hung around for days and worn straight off the drying rack (laziness)
• Crafting stuff doesn't ever need to be cleared away (ready for inspiration to strike at any time)
• I can get a fish (I like watching fish swim around and around...)
• I can watch Greys and Gilmore Girls on repeat and not be judged

There are probably more positives than that but really, the down sides are starting to dawn on me:

• Have to do own food shopping (I HATE food shopping...I used to get it delivered at university to avoid shopping myself)
• Who will tell me my outfit is all wrong? (My mum is a pro at this)
• Plumbing issues will be fixed by who?! 
• What if I get a break in and I have to fight off the intruder myself? (My arms are pretty weak...)
• When my car runs out of petrol how will I get places?
• I'll miss my dog lots (I might steal him)
• Who will I talk to? 

I'm going to see two places this week and will probably freak a little that they're on the ground floor and people could climb in the windows. When I was at university a naked man climbed in my window in the night and to be honest that has put a dampener on ground floor properties for me.