New House, New habits. Na, just the same old shit!
So I FINALLY got the keys to my new place on Monday (15 Oct) @ 14.00, after 3 months of living back at my Dad’s – NB I gave up my last place on 6 July, and had an offer accepted on this new place on Thursday 26th July, so 2 months and 1 week is how long it took to purchase this place… with the property in vacant possession and no chain in either direction!
After such an enormous and unnecessary liminal phase my emotional reaction to getting the keys was one of relief, rather than joy. A bit like getting good exam results as a teacher.
I dunno what everyone else does when they get their hands on a brand-new property (Well not new, it was built 130 years ago, but new for me), but I did the following:
- I walked from the estate agents to my new place and got lost en-route: I couldn’t remember the actual address, and this is only the third time I’ve been to this city!
- On finally getting into my new house I ran up and down the stairs a few times, paced around a lot, went out in the garden, stood about a bit (it’s a small garden), had a quick peruse of the documents in the kitchen: all in order
- I went and picked up the car from where I’d dumped it earlier, parked it in my parking spot and dumped the contents of said car in the middle of the living room. The rest of my stuff’s in storage, to be ferried over early next week.
- I went down the local pub and had a pint of ale.
- Then another one – by which time happy hour* had started (£2 pound a pint, and after Surrey prices, that’s happy!)
- And another.
- Then the barman put on a new barrel of ‘Hopfather’ thinking I might like it, gave me a taster, so I had another.
- Then another.
- Then just one more,
- Then one for the road.
- Came back home, got out my camping chair (crucial moving house item!) and ate a pasty (bought earlier) for dinner.
- Dug out my sleeping mats and bag and crashed out.
All in all, not a bad first day.
*It’s actually happy two hours, every weekday 5-7.
A few further reflections on moving in
- I’m very grateful to the women who sold this place to me: clearly a very decent human being: all the documents are in order, she’s paying for my parking up until 2020 (£400/ year), she’s left the heating on, sorted out a service for the boiler in November, had everything cleaned, and even left me some shit lindt. Then again, I guess I did pay the full asking price for the place!
- I’m not sure if It feels bigger than my flat or not. I’m pretty sure I’ve got the same square footage, but the two bedrooms are smaller, as is the living room and the bathroom, but I’ve got an actual kitchen, and a cellar (so an additional two rooms), and a courtyard garden rather than a balcony. It’s an odd one: sometimes it feels smaller, sometimes bigger.
- The upstairs ceilings are low (the cellar even more so)… which is a bit of an annoyance when it comes to storing my weights collection… I can only lift them above my head on the ground floor… hmmm.
- I’m going to have to get used to managing the heating… I’ve noticed already I can make the house cold by turning the thermostat down (funny that, eh!). This may sound odd that it’s a novelty, but in my previous flat it was just warm all the time, mainly by design, but also since heating was paid for via the service charge, based on a square foot contribution, so there was no financial incentive to be cold.
- Having been in here 2 days now, the neighbours are quiet: no barking dogs, which was a fear of mine, and no loud T.V. Thank the Lord, I hate noise!
- I don’t know anyone in the local area. I’m sure that’ll change, but ATM it’s a bit weird! I’m sure I’ll get to know people organically, and not just ‘pub buddies’, I want to steer clear of drinking for a little while.
- It’s bloody uncomfortable not having a desk/ proper chair to work from. I’m having to lean against walls. Thankfully I’ve got a desk being delivered tonight!
- There seems to be a huge list of moving-related shitty admin chores to do, so much that I seem to be spending a lot of my time just phoning various companies and going down the shops!
- Cooking is a bit of a mission, since I have no cooker. Something else I need to buy. Thankfully I brought my wonderful MSR Pocket Rocket with me. Superb piece of kit this.
- Having a small courtyard garden is so much better than having a balcony. A balcony is not a garden.
- I’m relieved at my lack of aesthetic sensibilities: most people would find the curtains and blinds I’ve been left with as appalling, and the same with the frayed carpets and dated kitchen. Me: it doesn’t bother me, I can wait years to replace these. Just as well, my to do list’s already too long!
Well, I guess I’m happy to be here! Settled again, now I can get back into my blogging routine, and the rest of my life. I might even join the local gym tomorrow: I need some motivation to lose a stone of fat I’ve piled on over the last 6 months… nothing a few spin and circuit classes can’t get rid of by springtime!