Yes...the title isn't exactly original when referring to potential house moves, I know, but grant me a little leeway on a dull Wednesday morning.
The sun, however, is shining. I am the only person in my department who is in. So, sun and peace is the order of the day. I hope.
As the subject matter suggests, my fellow 'housies' and I are possibly relocating. The five of us there were is soon to become four, which leaves us with the options of either:
a. Finding a flatmate at random;
b. Choosing to live in a house without damp/leaking wallpaper/mould/a gobby alcoholic next door.
We all rather favour option 'b', suprisingly and, even more suprisingly, have a house to view this evening. Given that the disruption leading to the sudden relocation issue occured on Monday, I'm sure you will appreciate how impressive this is!
I love looking at houses, probably because other people fascinate me and I am a 'settler' at heart. From the photos of this place, it is clear a male is currently in occupation given that the toilet seat was up. But I find, in my 23rd year and beyond, that I start thinking things like "ooh, it has a garden. I could plant/mow/trim...." and so on. I picture myself and the urban family reclining in the sun and having BBQs. My mother has never understood the concept of a BBQ - she says why cook something outside when you can cook it properly in the oven and walk out of your back door to the outside, thus eating it and thus not causing any smoke/disturbance/explosions/e-coli.
Indeed, domesticity is upon me and when I look at houses these days, I see what Billy Connelly says only a woman can see - "possibilty". The potential to alter/create/enjoy/'nest'. And also the opportunity to criticise, at length, other peoples choice of decor.