Being back to my adopted city of Leeds, for the awaited house move resulted in a week without access to the internet and my social media connections. So this post will include my daily diary, reviews and moments which describe how special my second home is to me.
Travelling to and from Leeds over the last three years always gives me time to read, draw and reflect on whether I’m travelling along the right track of life. Having spent the longest period away from the city in the last year my excited grew as I nearer the last stretch of the journey!
Although as I walked through the door of my home of two years I felt a sense of sadness, preparing for the goodbye of great friends and the walls which hold so many treasured memories was one I hadn’t fully prepared myself for.
Of course we Estcourt Ladies could only leave on a high of laughs, food and cocktails; walking the short distance we reached Citrus, Headingley. Although our previously high expectations were met with poor service, food and a clear lack of unmanaged staff, the French Martini at Trio soon picked up our spirits before the teary fair wells began as my gorgeous housemates parted, leaving only two!
Finding the perfect 21st birthday present tends to be tricky especially when the best friend has no clue, but when your Sister’s birthday falls on the same day, it makes it all the more challenging. So supplies of paper, photos, and jewellery were purchase for more scrapbooking fun!
To reward the major new flat shopping, we had a trip to watch the new Transformers 3 film. If you’re a fan of the last three you won’t be disappointed. The 3D affects were fantastic even with the 3 hours of bum numbing it was gripping, entertaining and featured the best bumblebee.
Spending months collecting and hoarding unnecessary but useful items, made it difficult to reduce my worldly processions into an amount which could be transported to the new pad. The obsessive cleaning reached a new level when the oven was dismantled (see the screwdriver is an essential, girls) oven pride is a strong recommendation to any student who hasn’t wiped the insides of the oven for two years.
Last sleep at Estcourt Avenue
The morning of the move, included some very strange looks as we turned up to hire the van for the day! Asking the question: “Who’s driving?” and me raise my hand, made the entire hire company gather on the pavement to watch me pull away!
And what fun I had, even making a trip into the centre of Leeds (Not normally something I would have done in my normal car) as apparently word got out I would generously move everyone’s sofas, fridges and boxes around, before getting new keys of our own!
We were shocked at the great condition our Victoria Court Mews flat was in when we opened the door for the first time, unloading the van of mountains of bags and boxes for the turn to the anxious van mans.
Only way to celebrate, Champaign, Chinese and tequila…
Its unbelievable how quickly a house becomes a home and with the first full day finished, here is the postcard for the last remaining element… one more flatmate! (No ideas which sofa she’ll sit on as the other two have been taken!)
With the flat to myself I began three canvases for the main living room wall, I might show you when they are completed.
Wow it really was a week of firsts, watching the boxing match, Haye v Klitschko the number of men watching the big fight was amazing and me and my friend watched the guys instead of the two in the ring unable to swing that all important knock out!
My favourite time of year: Wimbledon final, Pimms in hand and beautiful sun shining down on centre court. In Leeds saw the last day of the Leeds Love Food festival, I was delighted to see so many of Leeds cafes, restaurants and local suppliers were offering the best dishes and drinks. Even if Millennium Squares big screen was showing live cooking demonstrations, instead of the great Djokovic win against Nadal! I just love seeing that pineapple on top of the Wimbledon trophy!
With my week coming to an end cheeky last bit of Leeds shopping was on the cards. After months and months of passing the Appy feet, in The Light I decided to finally get my feet nibbled. It wasn’t at all what I had expected, feeling like power jets on your skin the fish socks isn’t an experience I want to do again. (Feet did feel super smooth though)
Finally I enjoyed a Zizzi meal with my lovely flatmate; we just can’t get another of those tomato mussels. And as always a bottle of wine to finish the night and the week!
Until next time x