Showing posts with label moving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moving. Show all posts

Thursday, September 10

We found a flat!

Today's blog is written by special guest, Britton! We went on a FIVE-HOUR flat hunt a few weeks ago with a relocation agent (also named Ellen!). I adapted and lightly edited this post from an email Britton sent to our parents. Happy reading!
Ellen

After looking at quite literally about a dozen apartments today (none of which were the same as what we looked at the first time we went flat hunting in July), we have officially put money down (don’t even get me started) on a flat! The answer is revealed at the end of this post. 

Long story short, we continued to find that places further out don’t really get much cheaper; you just get more space. With that in mind, we focused our efforts on flats that are close to the city center, but most likely tiny.

The money we’ll be putting down over the next few days will be the initial deposits & first month’s rent - as long as we stay for six months, we won’t be “out” any real $ / £ (aside from our future retirement, but who’s counting? Hey, I said don’t get me started!).

We saw all sorts of places - if you’re super bored and want to get a sense of what we looked at, enjoy the following summaries. If you're not bored, scroll to the bottom for the big reveal. This list follows the itinerary we were sent. You may be thinking “Britton, did you seriously email us a little write-up on every single place?” Yep, I sure did. This is what happens when Ellen goes out to social media networking events and I’m home with a cold. For reference, Cerner’s offices are very near Paddington Station.

See that couch? It pulls out and is the bed. It’s a tiny room. That’s about it. The pictures don’t leave much out.

We nicknamed this one “Fish Bowl” because there was a fish living in a kitchen mixing bowl. Not a fish bowl — a mixing bowl. It was packed to the ceiling with stuff, and the kitchen is actually on a different level that overlooks the main bedroom area. 

This was one of our top four picks mainly due to its location, but it ultimately lost out due to its lack of space when compared to our other options (which really wasn’t terrible). 

This was Ellen’s top pick. It's a true one-bedroom space with a "receiving room" (what Americans call a living room) and separate bedroom. The washer is tucked behind the bathroom door (the bathroom is already super tiny), and the kitchen is far bigger in the pictures than in real life. From where the camera is in these pictures, the kitchen is only maybe five feet long and had no oven (though a combo microwave/oven could have been provided). That counter on the left is about 10” deep or so.

This didn’t make the final cut but was a contender for a while due to its large kitchen (with a real dishwasher - the only one we saw all day) and abundance of storage/shelving. Ultimately, it just didn’t have enough living space.

This one was was rather comical. The kitchen is literally in a cupboard on the side of the room - as in you open a cabinet and instead there's a tiny kitchen. The unit had one of these (see images below), which is apparently used for washing clothes. Our relocation agent said these things were before her time (she’s probably about 10 years older than we are?). I know we’ve certainly never seen one - maybe you have?




We never got to see this one. It was already taken.

This was a top contender until the end. The bedroom is literally in what would otherwise be the garage (though the garage door is walled up on the inside). The rental logistics were a bit goofy, too, as the landlord didn’t really have utilities/etc. separated between this apartment and the landlord’s living quarters in the top floor(s) above. Also, the letting agent working for the landlord is apparently “dippy” as we were told by our person (here's the Urban Dictionary entry — we didn’t know what it meant, either).The location is still very good for London, though not quite as close to various transport links, etc. This flat was the backup if our first choice fell through.

I think this was let or maybe we cancelled - I don’t quite remember.

See the picture of the kitchen? Look at the mirror on the right - that’s the murphy bed. Other than that, this place had a brown couch. And a bathroom. That’s pretty much it. No real space whatsoever. We “noped” out of here pretty quickly.

There is a bedroom. The kitchen is about five or six burners wide and had no oven or microwave. What you see on your computer screen is almost as big as in real life :)

This looks great in photos. That’s where the fun stops. Not to be dismayed by the trash, clothes, shoes, luggage, food, and everything else you can think of bordering on hoarder status, we ventured in. Apparently the place smelled awful - Ellen will have to confirm, as I’m all congested and can’t smell a thing right now [This is Ellen, confirming. It was baaaaad.]. I had no issues, but our relocation person was starting to get sick to her stomach. If the place weren’t such a complete pit, it would have had a better chance, but even knowing it would get cleaned and fixed up, the timing wasn’t going to work, and we found better options.

We didn’t end up seeing this one, I think because it was far enough out that there were plenty of better, closer options.

So are you ready to see the one we chose? It's the basement flat of the blue house! Check out my next post for a look inside.


Yeah, there's a garden!

Including ours, this property had three offers on it in ONE DAY. We apparently managed (with a lower asking price, no less) to beat out two Italian students because the landlord is selective about her tenants. The Italians offered the asking price and we came in just a bit under but still got the place. While the flat is technically a studio, it is surprisingly large and the living space (not pictured) is divided up pretty well into two spaces. There’s a private patio out back and a large bathroom. If the tube strikes calm down, the 24/7 tube service will include the Central line, which goes through Notting Hill Gate. A ton of busses also go through here. We will be 1.5 miles away from the Cerner offices by foot. [Ellen: Oh, and blocks away from some tiny green space named Hyde Park? Kensington Palace? Has anyone heard of these things? :D]

Tuesday, August 18

It's been one week

It's been
one week since we landed here
threw our bags in the flat and grabbed a cold beer
Five days since he laughed at me saying
"Get outta bed you have to do more than sleep here"
Three days since the afternoon
I met a new friend and hit rush hour on the tube
Yesterday steps equaled 14k
but it'll still be two days 'til I'm over the jet lag.


Friday, August 7

These are the weirdest good-byes.

They've started.

The real good-byes.

The No-Really-I'm-Not-Going-Hug-You-Again-for-a-Long-Time good-byes.

Which is true.

But it's also SO. EASY. to communicate these days. Video chat is a real thing, and it's not just for naked people anymore. Though my nephew is already known for arriving at home and taking off his pants...

At this point, I connect with almost all of my friends via social media, which has grown to be a way for the world to communicate. That ease makes distances seem a lot smaller. And reaching out just doesn't seem like that big of a hurdle anymore. And frankly, for several friends, this move will change very little about how we communicate.

Just on Tuesday I was video conferencing with an author who lives in Colorado, surrounded by a room full of Kansas City Library book club people. I used FaceTime to show my sister-in-law which bed sheets we were giving away. Britton and I got to be choosey about which (free) app we used to call each other while he was in Liverpool earlier this year. If you can't connect with someone, somehow — you really aren't trying.

I'm sad to say these good-byes, and will hug all of my people so tight if and when I see them before I leave. But I'm consoled — and really excited — to know that there are so many easy ways to still see my favorite awesome faces.

Wednesday, July 29

You thought I hated dishes before?

Motivation to empty the dishwasher: Zero.

I have decided that the way to completely empty my house is to first empty every cabinet, every drawer, every nook and cranny and put the contents where they are visible. So putting a dish on a shelf is now very literally a waste of my time.

Who wants a souvenir pint glass??

I'm about an inch closer to even considering to start packing the things that we will take. I even stood in front of my scarf collection and thought about the action of folding them. Then I wrote a blog post about thinking about folding scarves.

I have two days left at the office.

We leave in 12 days.

Commence hyperventilating in three... twooooooo...

Monday, July 27

Good Good-Byes and Sad Good-Byes

The Good Good-Byes:
  • Futon left our place to begin its cross-country trip to my friend Cammie in Baltimore
  • Bedside table #1 moved to Midtown with a coworker
  • All our plates/dishes, plus some extra bakeware left with Britton's brother
  • Flour and sugar disappeared into chocolate chip cookies
There used to be a futon along that brick wall.
Texting a pic to my sister of what's left unclaimed of our pots and pans.
That extra flour and sugar won't bake itself into cookies!
The Sad Good-Byes:
  • My brave friend Bo, who is preparing for Big Life Things
  • My energetic niece and nephews, who are already primed for FaceTiming
  • My brother and sister-in-law, who have been so supportive through everything!
Only a few tears, and only a few more while thinking about the first wave of tears. But some of the tears were happy because I have such perfect people in my life, and we made some really fun memories today. It's pretty wild to realize that the "real" good-byes have already started. 

Saturday, July 25

Getting rid of your stuff is liberating.

I almost wrote that I wish we had more time to purge our loft of all of our things, but that's not totally true. We've had seven years (three living together) to clean this stuff out of here, and we would never do it if it was an open-ended time frame. And if it were a longer time frame, we would've just waited until the last minute anyway.

We're procrastinators with a clutter problem.

Or maybe clutterers with a procrastination problem.

Either way, we have so much STUFF.

Have you read THE LIFE-CHANGING MAGIC OF TIDYING UP by Marie Kondo? I checked it out from the local library, before it was cool, after I heard an interview with one of the translators on NPR. And in case that's not the most hipster thing you've read today, here's a pink hipster elephant:

So, all this purging is like her book coming to life in my house. One part of the method is to get all similar items in the same place, and then sort through them (you should read the book for how she teaches to be OK with getting rid of things). For example, today I learned we own seven different patterns of dish towels, and have several set of bed sheets that don't even fit our bed

Too many dish towels (and pot holders)!


TOSS 'EM! 

Er, I mean, gift them to your brother and sister!

Brothers, in case you don't have one of your own, are the bomb-diggity. Mine installed new lighting in our bathroom, which has been on our to-do list since Britton bought the loft. In 2008.



All of our furniture has been claimed (except a few pieces that we really like) and will go to new owners within the next week or so. I'm slowly cleaning out kitchen appliances and pots and pans. I'm starting to feel like I really will be successful in unearthing every bloody thing from this sodding flat. 

Also, Britton bought his first-ever one-way international plane ticket, and our visas arrived! We are official, ladies and gents!