I am living in my friend’s house, renting it out for a few weeks until we can finally move into our new house. It’s a bit weird. But do you know what the weirdest thing of all is? That it’s not as weird as it should be.
I’ve always loved this house and maybe that’s why it feels normal. After my own house and my mum’s house, it was my favourite. Somewhere I could go to and sit and unwind. Sometimes my friend would sit and chat with me, sometimes she would carry on washing up, wiping the kitchen or folding the washing as she talked. Either way was fine. Because I was comfortable in her company and in her home. She didn’t need to put on any airs and graces or make any effort for me, because it was normal.
And right from the day after moving in here, living here has felt normal too.
My husband has done an amazing job of sorting it out. The boxes and clutter were down to a minimum right from day two, thanks to his hard work. We haven’t unpacked everything, because we want to be able to pack up and move a lot easier than last time But we’ve got enough of our stuff around to make us feel like we’re living in our own home.
And we love this house. In a different way to we loved it before.
It’s so much more spacious than our old house – four bedrooms (although the boys are still sharing) and a large kitchen and dining area with a utility. Even the hall and lounge are bigger. It’s made us realise just how much we needed the space – as my husband and I have known for a long time, but the kids wouldn’t accept.
In our old house we didn’t have to walk across the kitchen – we just had to turn round or shuffle a couple of steps. Now it’s massive long strides from the bin to the dishwasher to the cupboards to the fridge. Emptying the dishwasher actually takes much longer because of the hike from cupboard to cupboard, but I’m not complaining! It’s great having the dining table by the cooker, so I can set the table without leaving the room and burning the tea. OK, it does still burn sometimes, but that’s just down to my own pure incompetence.
Everything in this house is finished to a very high standard. All the fittings are beautiful in the kitchen and bathroom. The cooker is incredible. Even me, Mrs Undomestic Goddess, can appreciate that. The walls are painted tasteful colours. It is a house where anyone would be happy to live.
By contrast, the house where we’re going has a long way to go. It has loads of potential and even more space. But it’s currently an old person’s house. It was built in the 1980s and still has the original bathrooms (remember avocado?!). The door frames and skirting boards are stained that very dark wood colour much-loved in the 80s. Nothing is beautiful, incredible or a high standard.
It will take years to get it anywhere near as good as this house.
So after all the hassle of moving, I’m actually happy to chill out here for a few more weeks and spend Christmas here because, right now, it’s even better than the real thing.