Blow like a thistle.
I have moving on the brain at the moment. I love moving. It's about the most fun you can have with half a dozen boxes, permanent markers, and a lot of string.
Okay, not the most fun...
I'm moving house in just under two months. And then I'm moving again in a year to the States. I'm so wrapped up in gleeful planning that strangers in the street can feel it. It's coming off me in waves. If it wouldn't terrify everyone I know, I'd walk with a skip in my step.
Actually, I might do that anyway.
The new, in-two-months house is great. I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but I'm definitely mentioning it now. buzzruth is moving out when she graduates (very, very soon), so next year it's just going to be muphinmadness and me, and we need a two-person place. But I think I would have moved anyway -- two years in one place is a long time for me. The house is almost exactly a mile away from uni, on the other side of town. Like our current place, it's three stories tall; but unlike our current place we actually get to live in all three stories.
First floor is just an open plan kitchen/lounge combo. But it's big and light and airy, and there's more than enough counter space to keep me happy. And room for sofas! That's a big deal. The house we're in right now has a teeny-tiny lounge, and because we live up top a very narrow flight of stairs we wouldn't be able to wrestle a sofa up anyway. But the next house can fit two sofas. One of which comes with the house! I'll be able to sprawl again!
muphinmadness is going to have the basement bedroom. The landlord's converted the basement into this giant, low-ceiling'd, plush-carpeted room. I'd hate it, personally. It's dark and I'd constantly be cracking my head on the ceiling fan. But Soph loves it, even if she has to treck up two flights of stairs for the bathroom.
Upstairs are three rooms: bedroom, study, and bathroom. I get the first two all for myself. The upstairs bedroom is a bit smaller than the giant basement one, but it's still plenty big enough to fit a double bed, a couple sticks of furniture, and a wardrobe, which is really all I need. And everything else I have put in the study.
I get a study.
*giddyflail*
It's still way too early to pack, or even think about packing, really. But I'm already going through the mental, pre-moving ritual of What Can I Get Rid Of/Downsize/Sell/Accidentally Drop In A Local River? I don't have a lot of stuff; when I first left home I could fit everything I owned in my two door hatchback. (Admittedly, it was like playing a giant game of 3D Tetris, but I managed it.) And I haven't accumulated much more since then. I could stand to lose a third of my books, half of my DVD's, and a lot of my clothes. I don't hang onto anything else, really, beyond a few photo albums and general necessities.
There's a broken floor-lamp in the corner that I've been using as a hat stand for months. I bet I could get rid of that. (Or sell it as modern art.)
I GET TO MOVE SOON.
Okay, not the most fun...
I'm moving house in just under two months. And then I'm moving again in a year to the States. I'm so wrapped up in gleeful planning that strangers in the street can feel it. It's coming off me in waves. If it wouldn't terrify everyone I know, I'd walk with a skip in my step.
Actually, I might do that anyway.
The new, in-two-months house is great. I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but I'm definitely mentioning it now. buzzruth is moving out when she graduates (very, very soon), so next year it's just going to be muphinmadness and me, and we need a two-person place. But I think I would have moved anyway -- two years in one place is a long time for me. The house is almost exactly a mile away from uni, on the other side of town. Like our current place, it's three stories tall; but unlike our current place we actually get to live in all three stories.
First floor is just an open plan kitchen/lounge combo. But it's big and light and airy, and there's more than enough counter space to keep me happy. And room for sofas! That's a big deal. The house we're in right now has a teeny-tiny lounge, and because we live up top a very narrow flight of stairs we wouldn't be able to wrestle a sofa up anyway. But the next house can fit two sofas. One of which comes with the house! I'll be able to sprawl again!
muphinmadness is going to have the basement bedroom. The landlord's converted the basement into this giant, low-ceiling'd, plush-carpeted room. I'd hate it, personally. It's dark and I'd constantly be cracking my head on the ceiling fan. But Soph loves it, even if she has to treck up two flights of stairs for the bathroom.
Upstairs are three rooms: bedroom, study, and bathroom. I get the first two all for myself. The upstairs bedroom is a bit smaller than the giant basement one, but it's still plenty big enough to fit a double bed, a couple sticks of furniture, and a wardrobe, which is really all I need. And everything else I have put in the study.
I get a study.
*giddyflail*
It's still way too early to pack, or even think about packing, really. But I'm already going through the mental, pre-moving ritual of What Can I Get Rid Of/Downsize/Sell/Accidentally Drop In A Local River? I don't have a lot of stuff; when I first left home I could fit everything I owned in my two door hatchback. (Admittedly, it was like playing a giant game of 3D Tetris, but I managed it.) And I haven't accumulated much more since then. I could stand to lose a third of my books, half of my DVD's, and a lot of my clothes. I don't hang onto anything else, really, beyond a few photo albums and general necessities.
There's a broken floor-lamp in the corner that I've been using as a hat stand for months. I bet I could get rid of that. (Or sell it as modern art.)
I GET TO MOVE SOON.