All things new

New year, new house, new me..

According to the calender on my phone it is a new year..already!

There are many who keep new years resolutions, come this time of the year,( usually the exact same resolutions from all years previous); I, on the other hand, struggle to figure out what day of the week it is during the holiday season, and then  before you know it, we'll be bang in the middle of January  wondering where the time went.

 New house

Technically, I moved into the house two months ago, so it's a lie to say all is "brand spanking new" for 2013
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Moving house is an Experience. Seriously, no matter how prepared you are - something will throw you off kilter, and the plan, mapped out on the fridge door, is lolling ehem staring at you while you have a mini break down.

The last night in my beloved flat proved to be quite memorable. I was already feeling strangely emotional with everything boxed up, not forgetting exhausted also from hauling things up and down two flights of stairs. For those of you who may have spoken to me on that day, you'll know I had a very BAD DAY.
The lamp in my room was already boxed away, but I managed to get into bed without tripping over anything in the dark, thinking finally this terrible day has ended. My husband whilst straightening the duvet somehow managed to elbow me in the eye - soo hard I cannot explain. For a few moments, I was stunned into silence, while my husband was shaking with laughter whilst trying to apologise with a straight face until he realised that I might just punch him back-that I was... crying. ( Taking a hit  to the eye/nose vicinity-the tears just flow of their own accord-trust me)

So that is how I found myself, two in the morning, on the last night in my beloved flat, sitting with frozen veg (The only thing in the freezer was some frozen guwar or tuwer, with a slight garlic whiff)stuck to my swelling eye, necking painkillers and looking in the mirror every so often at my rapid blackening eye feeling extremely sorry for myself.

Onwards and upwards.

New me?!

 Despite waking up with a swollen black eye, and having to explain numerous times to family members as to how I received it, the next day proved to be much better. Alhamdulillah, the move went smoothly. The carpet fitting, paint colour choosing, tile hunting, wallpaper stripping was all over. Everything was good- my nightmare of home interiors had finally ended

Leaving the flat felt like an end of an era, having your own house feels much more grown up- but would this begin a new chapter in my life? I don't know.

This is the first time I'm blogging in the new house. I was feeling reluctant at first, I always sat in a certain place in my flat, while I tapped away- and everything felt just, right. 

Two months on, I am much more settled, and yes I feel exactly the same as I did before - except now I'm typing in a bigger a space. 

A few days ago, I drove past my old place and saw the light on and the curtains closed. I realised then, it was time. to move on. Who would have thought a building could have such a hold on you?!

Maybe I am ageing, but the years really do seem to fly by. I can still remember, as if it were yesterday the feeling of dread, of ever having to be moved from one building in Jamea to another. Luckily for me, that didn't happen.

For those of you moving home, the struggle will be real- the move will be tough-the emotions will be high- but you can do it!


Take care all

Faatima.