A few weeks ago I upped out of Plymouth and high tailed myself into a brand new unfurnished house in Exeter. I'm officially a grown up, paying my own bills, putting the bins out every monday and messing up what they'll take and having to do my own food shopping.
There's a certain freedom that comes with living away from home that don't get me wrong is wonderful, but it's a hell of a lot more responsability.
Moving into a new place means that, unlike being a student, I don't have to worry about mould, damp, rats, broken fridges and so much more drama that doesn't help you when you're in your final year at University. My new house is practically flawless. Cream walls, cream carpets and a spanking new kitchen - the absolute dream.
But moving into an unfurnished property means that I offically have become an adult in possession of my own furniture. Not odd bits and bobs that have come from my parents or pre-owned by the landlord. With the help of my absolute darling of a boyfriend, we built practically the entire IKEA Hemnes set last weekend.
And so I welcome you to Ally's Bedroom 2.0.
Enjoy.
Colin my cactus is loving life in his new home under the lamp.
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