It is slowly but surely becoming a lovely cosy home.
The pot plant is in the window, the fridge is full of fresh vegetables (I live with all girls), the bunting is up and and tv is now working.
I didn't think I would enjoy living out this much. I enjoy coming home to our house after a lecture. Of having space to flop on the sofa as well as my own room to be quiet in.
I love having my closest friends around me, of cooking for them, of laughing as we wash up and just chilling in the lounge with our work and big cups of tea.
One of my favourite parts of our lovely little home is my room in the top of the house. Each morning the early sun shines through the skylight and as I open the window I can hear the city waking up.
At night as the cold starts to creep in I lie in the dark with a quilt wrapped around my numb feet and listen to the city shut down for the night. As my eyes close I always listen for the late night freight train that thunders over the viaduct, rumbling right through to my bed. I know for some this would be annoying but it is something that makes me smile, imagining who has lived here before and has been lulled to sleep by the passing trains.
This little house that is becoming home. I can't wait to record more memories and stories of this place because from what I can gather from your lovely comments, we don't really forget our first home.