[Photo by Alvin Engler]
In less than one month, we'll be holding the keys to our new house. It's going to be a big project - when we're through, no room will be the same (hopefully). I'm not looking forward to the weekends and evenings of DIY to get it that way, but here are the things I am looking forward to...
Taking a bath whenever I want one. We only have a shower, right now.
Stocking up on fancy bath bombs and oils and other assorted accessories for said baths.
Tuna discovering that her kingdom has doubled overnight, and watching her find her new favourite napping spots.
Hanging art and photos and prints all over the walls and not worrying about landlords who don't like nails in walls very much.
Stocking our wine fridge with bottles of Prosecco for upcoming celebrations (because, of course, there will be lots to celebrate whilst we live there).
Popping open said bottles of Prosecco, just because. No need for celebration, really.
Not having to close the curtains whilst it's still light outside. Our current front room has a large window which looks out onto a fairly busy walkway - not what you want when you're chilling in PJs!
Having a desk for working and blogging and writing letters to my Grandma.
Afternoon barbecues which run into evening drinks which run into night-time dance parties.
Cooking Christmas dinner on our range, with plenty of space for all the pigs-in-blankets my family always demands.
Mixing up cocktails from our bar cart, whatever the occasion.
Baking bread on a Sunday afternoon, with the windows open and the radio on.
Taking Instagram pictures of said bread on the dining table that Paul is threatening to build for me...
Fresh towels. Unscratched plates. Pristine bedding. New everything, almost.
Sitting outside on the decking (not built) with a fire in the fire pit (not bought) and toasting marshmallows (essential).
Unlocking the door for the very first time...