We are still moved and the house is only feeling slightly less strange. I feel homesick for our little flat and nicer area of town. Back to work tomorrow which we know will be difficult. We ventured out to B&Q today but it will feel very weird leaving the house on its own all day. Today Ross came and helped resurrect the ginormous Ikea wardrobe and finished all the other little things. I can’t believe that less than 24 hours after we got the keys all our boxes are unpacked and ready for collection and we’re planning the extension!
Finally we have moved. It’s a strange feeling and I’m not quite sure how I feel at the moment. Despite a few problems (removal firm late, the house being full of furniture when we arrived with our van load, a fences, tree and shed all blown down by the recent gales) the house is just as nice as we remembered. We (I) have unpacked as much as we (I) can, someone just needs to tell the boyfriend to sit down.
Finally, our last day in our flat! I can’t believe after a whole year of planning we’re finally ready to move into our beautiful Edwardian house. I’m so excited but sad to be leaving our little flat. I’m going to miss living in Zone 2 and I feel like a true Islingtonite through and through. Now we just need to decide how we’re going to spend our last few hours, hopefully watching the new series of Top Gear and a final meal at our favourite local, the Lord Palmerston.
