The End of a Chapter

A love letter to my first home, the enormity of a house move and why I'm excited for a new room with a view...

Hello, hello! Apologies for the delay in this weeks newsletter. I had, and tend to have great expectations of my capabilities during an ordinary week, but this week and exactly one week after my House Move™, I’ve found it a bit of a challenge to keep up with anything beyond the daily hunt of digging out clean socks in carrier bags, replying to occasional email chasers and finding emergency tradespeople; which, for anyone needing a plumber/electrician/boiler man in south east London, consider me your woman! I might not have a charming little black book for wine bars in East London, but if you’re after a spark at 10pm on a Friday; truly, you’re in the right place.

And if you don’t follow me on Instagram/have been fortunate enough to not hear about me talking about this yet or subject to a lengthy voice note, then I moved house! I now have a different address and it’s all I can talk about! Although it’s something that’s been in the pipeline for many months, and one of those weird life experiences that happens to everyone at some point or another; although you’re told how momentous, often stressful and shifting it is- until you go through it, you perhaps don’t fully appreciate quite how much of an upheaval it feels. I know I haven’t. And despite knowing how lucky I am, and how grateful I feel for this new start and window(s) of possibilities, there is arguably not an emotion that I haven’t experienced in the last week. I am simply a muddle of Billy bookcases, Facebook Marketplace anecdotes and big feelings. Approach me gently, and for goodness sake do not put on The Verve or the new John Lewis advert if you don’t have a hankie handy.