My back is aching, I’m exhausted but content. Yesterday I moved into our Love Nest – the most completely fabulous flat on Sydney’s harbour foreshore.
I could list all the things I already love about it, but I’m pretty sure that this one photo taken from my sofa last night will illustrate it better than a hundred words ever could…
Yes, that is Sydney Opera House directly opposite our living room windows. Good lord, quite extraordinary.
And the skirting boards are not ingrained with filth. Such bliss for a clean freak.
The only things missing now are:
1. Ed; and to be with him again I have to possess my soul in patience for another few weeks
2. the midbeam from our new Ikea bed; the one I bought comes in 5 – count ’em – separate packages from 5 separate areas of the store and I, of course, failed to pick up the smallest and least cumbersome of the 5 so that will entail another trip to Ikea this weekend
3. a fridge and washing machine; being delivered this afternoon by the rental people as it turns out to be cheaper to rent for 6 months than to buy second-hand
4. a toaster; preferably one with settings other than ‘dough’ and ‘coal’
So, 6 months of luxury living in our love nest, to be followed by our wedding and then a few months in a campervan travelling round Europe on honeymoon.
During which time, of course, we decide where to settle, how to support ourselves and try to start a family.