I just found my new home... that was a shock.
I went to look at a house nearby, not expecting much, and it was just what I'd imagined when I was a teenager. Modern, small, with big windows, somehow cosy and bright... the bathroom is tiny, and there is a garage which I will turn into a workshop. The garage was it, really. I've been wanting a place to make things for such a long time... of course I won't have much time to make anything when I'm working to afford the rent in the first place, but there should be weekends, and also maybe I can paint there. Selling paintings would be good. I wish it had a balcony, that's the one thing missing, but I will get an armchair to put by the window.
Oh my goodness, I am feeling dizzy. Not really happy yet, or relieved, just in shock. But I know that a few hours ago when I was inside the house I felt completely happy and at home. None of the other places did that. It's also because it is in an area I know and love. I will be able to keep going to all the same places... there's still the direct train to town... there's still the lovely food shops and the library and the cafe and the bookshop... and the park... all still there!
Oh dear... I think I shall fall asleep on the spot.
But anyway! I will be needing a housemate, so if you are interested or know someone who is, get in touch. Double size bedroom, own bathroom and - if wanted - a shared workshop.
I'll advertise properly soon.