New House

We've finally got a new home. It's only taken a year and a half, but I think it'll be worth the wait. We had Elvis round at the weekend to design a beautiful kitchen for us. Such domesticity.

Anyway, we are moving to a new area which is so London and so far away from where we are now in terms of culture and dynamics and people and vibe. I said to the Beloved, it's hard to believe we are in the same city, let alone a couple of miles from home.

It's hard to get my head around the move, but I know it'll be great. We'll make it great and we'll make it our home. The place we are leaving has been home for 3 1/2 years. So much has happened here. So it's the next chapter of the journey.

But the reason I wanted to write about this was because I was reading someone else's blog and she was talking about how much she loves being able to buy delicious exotic food in her neighbourhood for practically nothing and it's the real deal.

And it got me thinking that when we went round to the flat, our new home, just as we were wondering if that funny smell in the bathroom was damp or not, the most delicious indian curry came wafting through the open window.

And I thought to myself: everything is going to just fine.