So. We have moved! Mostly. There are still a few bits and pieces at the old house, like my curtains, but they're going to be collected at the weekend when we do the Massive Epic Clean-up of Doom. But all the important stuff is at the new house, like my books and laptop. I'm exhausted today - really wish I could have stayed in bed, but the day job called, and I left the house stupidly early because I wasn't sure how long the new trip to work would be... and as a result I was still the first person here by a good fifteen minutes, so now I know *shrug*
Anyway. The new place is brilliant! Turns out the kitchen is fully stocked with mostly new equipment, so we could get rid of a lot of our battered pots and pans and blunt knives. Turns out we also have a garden. I know! After all my bitter invective agains the old garden! But this one is tiny, and is probably going to be completely slabbed over, which suits me fine. It's actually behind the house behind us, so it's not like we could even get a lawnmower to it anyway.
We also discovered (with much rejoicing) a pizza takeaway on the high street that does curry pizzas. Curry pizzas! Lamb balti pizza FTW! Still haven't mastered the shower, however, which apparently will either be icy cold or dangerously hot, but nothing in between. And there are still lots of boxes of books sitting around waiting to be shelved, not to mention a stack of clothes, none of which I remotely recognised. I realised with some sadness that I have maybe four or five mix-and-match work outfits, and the rest of the time I either wear my Disturbed hoodie or my Run DMC t-shirt depending on the time of year, which means I have a whole wardrobe full of clothes I never, ever wear. And lot of them are too small for me at the moment, which I guess is further incentive to lose weight, as if any were needed...
Anyway. So. Yes. We can haz new house. And
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chaostheory can haz new house too, so all is well! And I totally didn't wake up in the night, hear the neighbours moving around, assume it was her, and then get sad when I remembered it wasn't. Totally. In the mean time, Kyle and I are enjoying the grown-upness of having an actual house with an actual upstairs and downstairs. We were all "we have a staircase! This is really adult! Let's get a zombie shower curtain!" I'm envisioning something like this:
It should work well with the copy of the Necronomicon currently sitting on the bathroom shelf. I feel people using my bathroom should take the time to read an HP Lovecraft story or two while they're there.
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