And so over a month has passed again! Life doesn’t show any signs of slowing down, but I like being busy. Since I last sat down to write some morning pages, we have moved. Home is now Teddington and it’s the first time in over 20 years that I do not have an actual London postcode. Not that this matters, just sayin’. Very grown up, moving further out in order to buy a place instead of renting more centrally. And what a great decision that was.
I almost don’t want to say it as I feel as though I’m cheating on W4, but even after just a few weeks I am beginning to love TW11 more truly and deeply than I ever loved life around Grove Park. Still close to the river, two minutes away from Teddington’s charming, quirky and quaint high street with lots of independent boutiques and cute restaurants, and 100 yards away from Busy Park where I have already done several runs spanning four to six kilometres yet having only covered a small corner of it. Red deer roam freely and at weekends local cricket teams play.
Our home is really starting to look and feel like a home too – we didn’t have much furniture between us, really just our bed and a few small pieces – with new furniture being delivered as we go. Still to come are the bookshelves and bathroom shelf. We spent a small fortune last weekend at Loaf and Lombok, but the furniture we got we will keep for a lifetime. Robust, rustic wood, sturdy and minimalistic. Love it! The dining table turned up yesterday and it’s so beautiful it’s almost a centre piece. Cannot wait to receive the super cute TV unit from Oliver Bonas.
Yep, it’s starting to look pretty damn awesome and I feel amazing any time I walk around our new abode and look around me. Sure, the towel hooks for the kitchen ended up way too high up on the wall (because I insisted, against B’s wishes) but that can be adjusted just like my need to always be right. We’ve not hung any pictures yet, except the one with five pairs of wellies representing B and I as well as our three sons, and although I’m itching to I know we have to have all the furniture in place and agreed on where everything is going before putting holes in the walls.
It’s 5am and I am up because B is off to Amsterdam with work. As always I bloody hate it when he’s away and I’m dreading tonight given I can’t sleep properly if we’re not all tangled up. Ah well, just one night. Going to give it another hour or so, then head down to the bakery and get some bread. Right now I’m just enjoying some coffee and the world coming to life. Always been an early bird and I love mornings the most.
So there we are. We’re now TW11-ers and loving it. As B’s new physio put it: “you’ll never leave”. And I can totally, even after less than a month, see where she’s coming from. Monkey wasn’t happy to begin with, but lo and behold, there’s a kid his age in one of the apartments and they’re besties already, always outside playing football or hanging out at each others’ places. I cannot find any negatives (Monkey not too keen would have been the only thing, but not the case anymore). Then again, I so rarely do.
Life’s pretty damn great! As usual.