The day I moved into my new home was typically British: grey. It was cold and overcast, but luckily not raining! My new street looks like this:
On a side note, I have fallen from the top of these stairs to the bottom in the middle of the night. Didn’t break my neck but was a bit worried I might have broken my foot! Not fun. Now I always hold onto the railing for dear life.
The house is small, as an Australian used to lots of space I find it funny how over here they always need to build UP. But it’s cozily warm in winter, and cool in Summer (unless there’s a ‘heatwave’ – England is not equipped to deal with hot weather, no aircon!), with a tiny backyard that is often visited by neighbourhood cats, sometimes foxes and occasionally squirrels.
I live a two minute walk away from the nearest tube, on the Northern line which is very convenient, and can get into the centre of the city (Leicester Square/Piccadilly) in half an hour! There’s a big Sainsbury’s supermarket basically across the road, along with lots of ducks and often ducklings along the banks of the River Wandle. So far, I’m pretty happy with my new home 🙂