Last Wednesday marked Mr H and I’s third anniversary living in our South East London flat. It’s our first home together and it’s too little a statement to say we bloody love it.
Catford might not be the obvious choice for location when one is moving to London (people ask me if it’s even in London and it has no tube). Arguably the decision to make my commute from South East to North West London every day was not the most logical, but we’re so glad we did. The rent is low, the flat roomy, the area leafy and we are within relatively short walk/bus distance from such delights as Honor Oak Park, East Dulwich, Greenwich, Forest Hill and the Horniman Museum to name a few.
As our first home together, the transition from living with family to living with the other half has been amazingly smooth, we hadn’t even been on holiday for a week together before, but his grumpiness and my boundless cheeriness has created the perfect ying and yang effect.
There have been a few lessons.
1: The Cushions
If Ed and I ever marry we may need a pre-nup to agree the number of cushions I’m allowed. LOOK HOW GLORIOUS THEY ALL LOOK TOGETHER. Ed doesn’t even like cushions to lean against so I have to spread them out around the flat so he doesn’t figure out how many there are… Here are some others I’ve got my eye on (basically anything featured by Erica Davies
2: The Running
Edward Harper is a crazy running man machine. He’s run 4 marathons in 2 years plus his first ultra, countless half marathons and 10Ks. It makes him really happy. Which makes me really happy. What does not make me happy is the ever growing collection of past, much cherished running shoes that have decided to live in our hall. He also has a white board tracking his running successes, which is another conversation starter, but perhaps not in keeping with the cosy living room feel.
3: The Train
I like random stuff. Eclectic is an adjective I aspire to. One day I came home from my favourite junk shop called the Corn Store in Pulborough with this DELIGHTFUL train. Edward was not impressed. If you come round please admire it! But don’t ask me how much it cost because I might have told a fib to Eds…
Some other quirky bits I’m into:
Having your own place with someone you think is the bees knees is a day to day joy that still thrills me 3 years later. I’ve loved the little progressions we’ve made and the adventures we’ve had: replacing the holey, drafty curtains in our sitting room with nice floor length John Lewis one’s, getting our footstool, the week I took off work to make a roman blind (more stressful than a week of meetings), the time a squirrel fell down the chimney and trashed the flat, all the lovely meals and gatherings we’ve hosted (making each new Anthropologie plate utterly invaluable right?!)
Thank you for all the fun my darling, here’s to much more to come. x