I think I might have found the perfect little house. It's in Little Venice, overlooking the canals, not too far from Regents Park and the rest of my family, not not too close, either.
I haven't been around to see it yet but I've emailed the landlord (it's for rent - I am not ready to buy a house, though I could, I suppose... No, I want to know I really love it before I buy it)
I like the split level look, although that glass is going to get so filthy once Nicky starts crawling, but whatever, I can get a maid. I wouldn't keep that furniture, either. Yuk, brown.
I'd redecorate the bedroom too. It's nice and huge, on the second story, but what is that goat all about? Seriously!?
Kitchen. Pretty normal. I'm used to really big kitchens but I'm not used to cooking in them. I like this one though, it's not overwhelmingly enormous. Plus I want to start cooking for me and Nicky more, I want to be more independent.
I haven't told my mother I'm not moving back home yet. I want to organise everything perfectly by myself and then show her. She's going to try and stop me but I can't think of a single thing she could say or do that would make me live in that place again.
Anyway, gtg, Nicky's up from his nap.