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Don’t wanna lay my hat anywhere.
Posted on: December 8, 2009
One of my ver’ good friends from the UK is married to an Australian. They lived together in the England for a while, and now live in Oz.
She said a while back, “The problem with truly managing to make a new place your home is that from then on, wherever you live you’ll always miss somewhere else.“
Pulling up roots
Posted on: January 24, 2009
- In: expectations | rental
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Dear Flat,
I didn’t like you when I met you. You were empty at the viewing; a big white cube. I thought you were soulless. I didn’t realise that character comes from people, not woodwork.
Fortunately J had more vision, and a checklist. You ticked everything except “Bath” so we bought you. We moved in before the furniture and ate fish & chips on the floor.
That was three and a half years ago, and those years have been some of my best. You’ve been part of that; a corner of the world that’s mine. The first roots I’ve put down since mum & dad’s.
You’ve been part of my relationship with J as well. A mortgage is as much a commitment as a marriage. The lack of doors means I’ve learned to slam them less.
You made me house proud. You made me a housewife. You’ve been the backdrop to countless dinners and parties. You’ve only locked me out twice, and managed not to burn to the ground.
I don’t know if I will ever live in you again, but I will try and get you good tenants – ones who see the beauty in a big white cube.
Yours always,
elle
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