Mr. and Mrs. Gabs have relocated to Uxbridge!
That's right, boys and girls, we've acquired a real home. Not a rented room, not even a rented several rooms. We now own a terraced house with three bedrooms! I say three bedrooms... the smallest of the three has been immediately allocated to yours truly and my burgeoning supply of fabrics and craft materials. Finally, "gabymade" will have a permanent base from which to lovingly fashion pretties for sale on Etsy. Believe you me, you'll hear about it when we go live.
So, the house. Not even half a mile from the station, the walk from the city centre takes you past a ridiculously beautiful medieval church and down a charmingly reallocated parade of shops (think white plaster with black wood frames, which can be fairly amusing when it's a sex shop currently in residence) and through a park, complete with its own river and aquatic avians. The local swan mafia makes rather a lot of noise making sure everyone knows they're in charge, while the mallard family content themselves with a simple "good morning" on my way to work. Wednesday morning I saw what I swear was a heron. Heaven.
The house itself is directly on the edge of the park, a la the G-Mimi's house when I was growing up. Open the front door, on the other side of the street is nothing but wide open green spaces, it's fab. We have the aforementioned three bedroom-shaped spaces, as well as a front room, kitchen, and conservatory plus the expected bath-and-a-half (untold luxury!). It's all in very good nick, if not exactly decorationally my taste, but that's easily fixed. The garden is very well kept, and boasts walled beds on either side of a lovely green lawn as well as a wooden deck, and at the end of the garden rests my very own greenhouse and a garage that's just begging me to get out the spraypaint for messy projects (of which the first is already planned, of course).
For some reason, blogspot isn't loving my picture uploads, so I'm afraid you'll have to check facebook for the additional visuals. However, rest assured that the journey across is worth it, I've been ... prolific ... in my snapping habits.
Anyway, we're settling. Unpacking can suck, but the joy of it is that the house is so much larger than what we're used to, it's easy to find places for everything. We're having our housewarming party on Saturday, happily coinciding with Thanksgiving, so have ordered a frankly disgusting amount of food to cook for our various guests. Replete shall be the word of the day. Bring on the visitors!
That's right, boys and girls, we've acquired a real home. Not a rented room, not even a rented several rooms. We now own a terraced house with three bedrooms! I say three bedrooms... the smallest of the three has been immediately allocated to yours truly and my burgeoning supply of fabrics and craft materials. Finally, "gabymade" will have a permanent base from which to lovingly fashion pretties for sale on Etsy. Believe you me, you'll hear about it when we go live.
So, the house. Not even half a mile from the station, the walk from the city centre takes you past a ridiculously beautiful medieval church and down a charmingly reallocated parade of shops (think white plaster with black wood frames, which can be fairly amusing when it's a sex shop currently in residence) and through a park, complete with its own river and aquatic avians. The local swan mafia makes rather a lot of noise making sure everyone knows they're in charge, while the mallard family content themselves with a simple "good morning" on my way to work. Wednesday morning I saw what I swear was a heron. Heaven.
The house itself is directly on the edge of the park, a la the G-Mimi's house when I was growing up. Open the front door, on the other side of the street is nothing but wide open green spaces, it's fab. We have the aforementioned three bedroom-shaped spaces, as well as a front room, kitchen, and conservatory plus the expected bath-and-a-half (untold luxury!). It's all in very good nick, if not exactly decorationally my taste, but that's easily fixed. The garden is very well kept, and boasts walled beds on either side of a lovely green lawn as well as a wooden deck, and at the end of the garden rests my very own greenhouse and a garage that's just begging me to get out the spraypaint for messy projects (of which the first is already planned, of course).
For some reason, blogspot isn't loving my picture uploads, so I'm afraid you'll have to check facebook for the additional visuals. However, rest assured that the journey across is worth it, I've been ... prolific ... in my snapping habits.
Anyway, we're settling. Unpacking can suck, but the joy of it is that the house is so much larger than what we're used to, it's easy to find places for everything. We're having our housewarming party on Saturday, happily coinciding with Thanksgiving, so have ordered a frankly disgusting amount of food to cook for our various guests. Replete shall be the word of the day. Bring on the visitors!
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