It’s been three weeks since we moved into our new home (although it feels like longer), and to say I’m really happy here doesn’t quite cover how I feel. Moving has made me realise something I thought I already knew: liking the space you live in is so incredibly important. It changes the way you prioritise your life and the way you interact with the people you share it with.
When we lived in our last flat, I was constantly out – either working, with friends or in London and when Josh and I were talking about getting a pet back then we thought it might force me to spend more time and put everything (relationships included) first. I feel like I’m stepping into slightly deep territory here but I looking back I wasn’t happy in that space for a long time (I say a long time… we were there for a little over 9 months), it might have had beautiful fire places and high ceilings, but it also had a lot of problems and just wasn’t right for us.
The second we had all of our things in place in our new flat it felt like home. It felt like a home that you could have friends round to, that you could have pets in (and can have pets in – wooo). Our landlords seem to be completely on our wave length and we can change anything we like. Most importantly they genuinely wanted us to be happy here which completely warms my heart. I false joked the other day to them that I was never leaving. I AM NEVER LEAVING.
Having a space to live in that is perfect for us has changed how we spend our time in it. It’s changed how we treat our possessions and ourselves. Although we plan on having pets now, it’s not this that will be keeping me grounded, it’s the fact that I love coming home (well, providing I don’t walk into spiderwebs on the way into the flat). I love cleaning (to the point where I think I’m turning into my mum) and I love spending time in a flat that I love. We’re paying more for this flat than our last, and although it’s still incredibly reasonably priced for what it is, we don’t mind as it’s a reflection of our hard work. The only thing I’m not loving? I’ve become that “no shoes on the carpet” person. DOH.