Friday, 11 September 2009

The dawn of a new era


"Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts." Arnold Bennett


Right now, I feel somewhat adrift. I'm not good with change. I never have been. It gives me a gurgly tummy and insomnia, which quite frankly never appeals. So, the thought of moving house (even though it is to our new house) feels, well, odd. We've been in this flat, in this sleepy part of London for 4 years and I like it. I'm comfortable. I know which bus routes takes forever to get to work and I know to just wait a couple of minutes before leaving the confines of the flat if I can hear our neighbours coming or going (they are lovely, wonderful people but my God can they rabbit on).

Very soon, I am going to have to learn new bus routes. New neighbours to potentially avoid. A new hairdresser. What if they cut my hair badly and charge me a mini fortune? A new dentist. A new doctor. What if I don't like the new surgery? A new tesco. I won't know where to find anything. What if I forget to tell someone really important that I have moved house? What if it takes me five hours to get to work?

What if? What if? What if?

So, why bother to move at all?

Well, the 'what if's' are floored by the single fact of the matter. We own this house. Technically, I guess the Royal Bank of Scotland owns the house but for all intents and purposes it belongs to us. We have two bedrooms. Two! That's a bedroom and an office. An office! I'll have my own shelves! I can colour code my MSc folders and Kris can label things. We have a garden. A garden! We can grow our own food. Not all of our intended consumption mind, I can't wait that long for a courgette but how flippin' amazing is it to pick food from your own garden and it eat it within the space of 10 minutes? We have a fireplace and bay windows. We have an unwanted cat flap and a toilet full of limescale but they are ours. I think this change will be worth it.

And, if the new hairdressers are crap I'll put up with a half hour bus journey to old, trusted and faithful Jeff. Because he's worth it.



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