Well a couple of weekends ago, it was (finally) moving weekend. And boy, was there a lot of moving involved. My thighs are still feeling the burn. We got our keys on the Friday, and headed straight over to the new flat, keen to get in there and acquaint ourselves with our new home.
Only problem is, we couldn’t get in.
No matter what way we turned those keys, how we pushed and pulled the door, what swear-words we used, we couldn’t get in. Ten minutes and two bashful phonecalls to the estate agent later, we’d managed to figure out the door, and we were in. Home sweet home.
We didn’t move the bulk of the stuff till the next day – we’d ordered a man and van for the recommended time of two hours. After 3 and a half hours and the help of my sister, we were finally there. Surrounded by boxes and bags, but officially moved into our new home.
Before using our new cooker, we boiled milk and sugar on the hob in a new pan, as part of a hindu housewarming ceremony.
And then of course I couldn’t wait to make that Chocolate, Strawberry and Nutella cake.
So there it is, our new home. And I’ll try to keep the gushing to a minimum, but I am so happy we’re finally in. And it’s ours, all ours!
Today’s quote is from Le Corbusier