I spend quite a bit of time rattling round this big old flat by myself in the week when el chappo is away with work and I’m not working/gymming/swanning around the town being fabulous.
I had quite a bit of practice at keeping myself occupied when I had my own flat and became a master of spending time wisely (although not always productively). I am a firm believer in the phrase ‘If you’re bored then you must be boring too’ (courtesy of the lovely Piebald) and I honestly think I’ve never got to a point where I’ve really been bored. There’s always something to do!
Anyway, I thought I’d compile my list of essentials for keeping oneself sane when living alone.
A good book or two (currently re-reading All my best friends are superheroes):
Awesome records (currently playing The Wedding Present):
Cups of tea (and sometimes, just sometimes, coffee. I’m not at work now):
Something to write stories in (It’s coming along nicely):
Lots of internet (all the sixes, clickety click):
A Labbit for company (rrrrrraow):
Nice things to think about:
That’s about all you need.
I’m watching Love Thy Neighbour, where people compete to win a cottage in the rural North Yorkshire Village of Grassington. The main premise of it is that people pimp themselves out to a set of bigoted stick-in-the-muds [EDIT: not everyone, might I add! I don't want to generalise...] and then everyone votes for who they want to stay. Most sentences start “I don’t like to judge, BUT…” which makes me want to scream. But it got me thinking, if I could choose my neighbours, who would they be?
Ideally, I’d love for all of my friends to live round the corner from each other, like at Uni. I’d also like my family to be a bit closer, although they’re not that far away at the moment (about an hour away). I honestly don’t know. As someone who has moved house around 15 times (lost count), I’ve always looked forward to meeting and getting on with my new neighbours. This rarely happens as I think people just don’t talk to each other that much anymore, which is a real shame. I always make an effort to go round and say hello, invite neighbours to parties and stuff but it never seems to go down too well. There were a couple of neighbours that I had who were brilliant, for example the chaps next door when I lived at 109 in Sheffield were great, and everyone on the street I grew up on was lovely.
I’d ideally like to live somewhere where neighbours became friends, rather than just people you nod at in the corridor. I’m going to make more effort to make this happen.
We’ve lived in our flat very happily for around six months now and I have no intention of moving any time soon. It’s a gorgeous flat in a lovely area and is close to work and close enough to town. Plus the local pub is ace.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy indulging in a bit of window shopping. For houses. I love Rightmove. I could spend hours on there, nosying at houses and dreaming of fancy ones that I could live in one day. Or even dreaming of non-fancy ones. One of my favourite things to do when I was younger (not sure if this sounds weird or not) was to imagine another street, a really normal one, and imagine that I lived there or imagine what the people were like who lived there. I’d create whole lives for these fictional families, and I still like to indulge myself now sometimes by having a sneaky little play at this game when I’m at a loose end.
Here’s today’s pick. Who do you think lives in a house like this?
My ex-boss has recently moved to Hong Kong. I was just looking through her photos on Facebook and I’ve started to get that itchy-footed feeling that tends to creep in after months of winter darkness and being cooped up inside. It’s got me daydreaming about where I might like to live one day on shores afar. Hopefully when I go I’ll be carrying the Marc Jacobs/Louis Vuitton luggage from the Darjeeling Limited. Hopefully.
Those of you who know me well will know that I’ve moved house a lot. 12 times in the last 10 years to be precise (eek, I never really counted until now, that’s a lot of moving) and I’ve never really found a place that I’ve felt really settled. I love my home-home where I grew up, but like the three little pigs, you have to grow up and move on. I’ve been in Leeds for five years now and I love where I live, I adore my job and have no plans to make a move in the near future, it’s always nice to dream about what I might do if money or logistics weren’t an issue. I love being close enough to home to visit my family and to be able to drive and see friends without too much trouble, but I can’t help but wonder what it might be like to live in another country. One day.
So, here are my top destinations of places I’d like to live:
Here’s wishing that Christmas brought you everything you wanted.
Not just in terms of gifts (although these are clearly amazing) but also in terms of happiness, serenity, wellbeing, perspective, all the things that we’re sometimes too busy whizzing around to notice/get/appreciate for the other 364 days of the year. I feel really calm, calmer and more relaxed than I have done in months and I think it’s because of having such a lovely Christmas. This Christmas has been really laid-back, not too lairy and generally wonderful and lovely. I’ve spent some real QT with la familia, met up with old and new friends on Christmas eve and had a lovely afternoon today exchanging presents with the chap.
I’m planning to do a full run-down of my top 10s of the year (music/games/books/etc.) and will probably pen this mid week, so stay tuned. In the meantime, have some photos…
Yesterday was a glorious day.
You’ll probably know this if you’re reading from anywhere in the UK, as by all accounts, it was lovely everywhere. In a (rare) fit of motivation (probably still drunk from X Factor madness), I managed to drag my chap away from the X Box which was no mean feat, I assure you; and headed out into the vast lushness of the Yorkshire countryside that surrounds the suburb of Leeds that we live in.
For those of you who don’t know, we moved house recently, to a leafy, green and all round pleasant area of Leeds – yes, I was shocked to find Leeds had such areas too – and I absolutely love it. I was chatting to my friend about this shift in gears from my city centre (ish) flat in the very heart of urbanity to this suburban leafy paradise, a million miles away (well, about six, actually) from the hustle and bustle of city life that I professed to love.
Say no to towns, kids