We moved house at the end of November 2007 so it is still quite new to us. Its a mid terrace house on a slight hill, Victorian, built around the turn of the century. Its on four levels and has the lovely bits and pieces you would expect to find in a house this age. Deep skirting boards, beautiful coving and ceiling roses. Fireplaces, chimney breasts and alcoves. Wonky walls. Old stripped wooden doors.A basement and an Attic.
There's a dorma window in the roof and thats where I'm sitting right now, up in the Attic. If I look out of the window I can see right across our town to the hills and moors behind. This little room at the top of the house is going to become my studio and I can't tell you how excited I am about it!! I am not going to be able to hog it all though for myself though as our computer is up here which means a corner is being made into a home office. The room also has to miraculously become a Guest Bedroom when folk come to stay. But I love saying that I have an Attic Studio, makes me feel good.
This is the second house we have owned. Our first house we lived in for 8 years and was a 1980's detached house on a small estate. We didn't love that house but we did enjoy our time there. We got married when we were there and our two children were born. It was a good family house, but there was no real character, no real soul to it. So last year we decided for various reasons that the time was right for us to move, not only house but location too. So we are now 40miles away from our old house in a town that suits us much better. We are very much closer to family (8 miles instead of 50), and closer to countryside. We've moved from a small commuter village to a thriving, bustling old market town. And we are happy. My 5 year old son drew this little picture and presented it to me not long after we had moved. It tweaked my heart strings somewhat.
Its stressful buying and selling houses isn't it? We had a relatively easy time of it I think but I did hate that period when the solicitors are doing their thing and you are kind of in limbo with it all. During this time last Autumn I was in Barcelona on a girly weekend. I spotted these Gaudi-inspired number tiles and knew I had to buy them even though my friends all said I might jinx myself. They did helpfully point out that if we lost the house then I could always look for another house so long as it was a number 24, 42, 2 or 4.
I like the number 24, not sure why, but I think it just looks and sounds good. Number 24. My Home Sweet Home.