Over Easter weekend I moved into my new place. One of twelve, my little one-bedroom in this massive old Victorian house is exactly what I wanted: spacious, high ceilings, central heating, affordable and functional. It is in Whalley Range, a short 10 to 15-min ride from the city centre. It is nice to be in the suburbs, with trees and birds singing each morning. Last night I got home from work and KC pointed out the window to a squirrel scurrying across the driveway next door. I never saw those in the city! Manchester is an interesting place. Massive old Victorian houses where you would imagine the maid ran around and lived in the basement, have been done up into flats or are boarded up, derelict. And they sit beside each other in all suburbs, in all parts of the city. A derelict building can sit beside one of the most frequented shopping centres in the city, undisturbed since its vacation.
I’ve only lived in Manchester for 9-months so I haven’t accumulated too much stuff. This meant the move was not too traumatic, but instead easily systematic and only one car load! After a mad March I look forward to a chilled April settling into my new place , a retreat this weekend in Castleton and a beach adventure down south to Cornwall next weekend.
