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Moving House

by:Rachel

Here it is, late July, and I find myself slipping into another layer–a sweater at that! How different is summer here than in India, or even America.

I have just completed my seventh move since getting married; sure, it’s just a few blocks away, but it still involves all the packing, stress, moving, and cleaning, with a little bit of the feeling of displacement thrown in. I am now living in my eighteenth house, excluding the three different dorm rooms in college. Well, I shouldn’t brag. Afterall, this is Aria’s sixth abode and she’s not even two! She sort of understood about moving this time, but still experienced a certain amount of disorientation. Kiera acted fractious and confused; her sleeping habits are sporadic presently as well. But, for all that, we are renting a pleasant, spacious flat.

We live on the ground floor in a large tenament building (old style flats, or apartments, with high ceilings) and it is the only residential building on our dead-end street. The building contains thirty-two separate flats and is nestled in the vee formed where the train tracks split. All day long I listen to trains going this way or that on either side of me. I don’t find it too loud or even annoying in the slightest. In fact, I enjoy the faint rumbling that speaks of long journeys and distant, unknown places. The little garden, or yard, in back is available for our use and John strung up a clothes-line for me so that I can hang the laundry out to dry. I recently purchased a pair of wellies (rubber boots) to make my way through the dewy, meadow-high grass and peg up the washing. When I bring it in in the evening, the smell of fragrant grass lingers over it and I press my face to the garments drinking in the freshness. Aria likes to tromp through the tall grass with me and eat berries off our raspberry bush tucked into the back corner of the garden; she also likes to push her ragdolls in her wee dolly stroller up and down the pathways looking for Jet, the neighbour’s black cat.

As for the flat itself, it is teeming with character. The long narrow bathroom makes me think I’m in the galley of a ship. Perhaps the blue and white decor, slanted floor, and crooked doorway all help to add to the effect. Perhaps I simply imagine this because I’ve never actually seen then galley of a ship.:-) I was happy to note that the toilet flushes easily–our last one didn’t.
The girls’ room is long and big with high ceilings and nice moulding around it.
John and my bedroom used to be the kitchen and is an odd-shaped room tucked into the back of the flat. The tall window looks out into the wild green garden and as there is no space in the kitchen, the fridge takes up its lodgings with us. A mirrored sliding door leads into an adorabley cozy room that could serve for any number of things, though currently the washer/dryer reside there.
The kitchen was literally an afterthought and when the former kitchen became a bedroom, the large hall closet was extended and became an internal kitchen. Small and inconvenient, John and I continue to experiment how to make it work best–an interesting challenge. Despite this, I think it’s not too bad.
The lounge is large and bright with lovely moulding separating the walls and ceiling as well as around the graceful light fixture. It’s an inviting room and has a gas fireplace from the sixties that adds character and a built-in bookcase that adds charm.

Welcome to our home.

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