We are homeowners.
Now, that’s a new thought.
I know, I know. I’m a bit of a late starter when it comes to the whole bricks and mortar thing. I blame my upbringing. And I was this close to insisting we buy a canal boat instead, but there are some bridges (or gangplanks) that are just one too far for even the most tolerant Little Furry Muse. She did live in a camper quite happily, but the whole water thing is not to her approval.
Being a newbie at this, I did sort of expect that it’d be much the same as moving into another rental house (and that we’ve done. A lot. I mean, a lot. In the days of address books, my family used to complain that I’d used the whole K section).
I think I can hear you more experienced home owners laughing from here.
For one thing, buying takes ages. And when moving country (and having a deadline to leave said country due to European car insurance running out and not being able to be renewed), this complicates things. Or, it does when the ages gets extended to ages plus three weeks (luckily the SO has a lovely mum who put up with Layla and I cluttering up her apartment for two and a half of those weeks). And when it finally comes together, everything is so last minute that you can’t give the movers any notice, meaning you have a week and a bit on an air mattress in an empty house before your actual mattress, books, and spare socks arrive.
I really should have packed more socks.
There’s also the realisation that carpets hold a lot of cat hair, especially when the previous owner had two very large, very hairy, indoor-only Maine coons. Curtains also hold a lot of cat hair (I now see why they left them). As do floorboards, sinks, and, currently, my clothes. All of which needed to be removed before my own furry companion moved in.
But, all that done (although there is much, much still to do), the Little Furry Muse has deemed the new place acceptable (she particularly likes sitting on the doormat surveying her realm), and all our worldly goods should be arriving tomorrow. Hopefully. It’s not the easiest place to find, and I believe there’s a bed frame currently roaming the Yorkshire Dales, searching for its new home. It may turn up tomorrow as well, cold, frightened, and in need of a nice bedroom. I hope.
Which is all good (especially the LFM settling in very rapidly, even though I’m sure my four passes with the carpet cleaning machine still left half a cat’s worth of hair behind, in addition to the four or so I removed), and I’ve even been creeping out for some exploring. Early morning runs are glorious, even the one yesterday when I was tottering uphill for what seemed like an excessively long time, surrounded by cloud and being peppered with horizontal rain. Still glorious. Especially the pelting back down the hill bit when I turned around. I have yet to discover dragons, but that’s likely due to the fact that I haven’t had any baking apparatus for the producing of scones. One can’t expect dragons without scones.
However – and the main point of this rambly post – there has been a lot. A lot of everything. A lot of waiting, of stress, of moving, of life in general, which is always the most wearing bit. And I have decided it’s time for a break. Maybe just for a week, maybe all this month, maybe for a little longer. I won’t be gone entirely, and you will still be treated to cat photos and bad jokes on Facebook (although maybe a little less than usual). I’m scaling back on Twitter and IG, as I feel they’ve been devouring my days, and taking some time out to decide where to go from here. Because it seems to me that a fresh start in our very own home is a good time for a fresh start in everything.
Plus – and I hear more snickering from the long-time homeowners – I have discovered DIY. I’ve bought saw horses and a jigsaw. Why did no one tell me how cool cutting things up is?
If I’m not back in a month, assume massive DIY failure.
Now tell me, lovely people – what’s your favourite sort of project to tackle at home? Painting, building, gardening, other? Let me know below!