I’ve got a few things turning my life a little on the edge nowadays. Nothing serious or awful, just a change that I won’t know about until the beginning of next year. And no this is not one of those secret blog projects that’s super cool, more a dull life crisis that requires change. What I am trying to do is steer my life more towards writing.
Therefore I spent most of this weekend alone by the dining table in our living room, trying to puzzle things together. Being alone and quiet with my thoughts is one of my favourite things. In one of my few breaks I snapped a few photos to show you snippets from what my home looks like. This is one of many warehouse windows in our flat. It’s by far my favourite thing about living here – the light. And yes, it’s Beethoven on the iPad, because the only thing I can listen to when writing is classical music.
On Saturday my boyfriend Daniel and I went on a mission with our flatmates to find a Christmas tree. Because what is more bonding than decorating a tree and drinking homemade mulled cider, right? So that’s what we did.
After half an hour walking around Hackney we managed to find this stunning creation. Whilst Dave made up a mulled cider recipe the rest of us put all the poundland decorations up. I love love love how the star makes it look like the most depressing Christmas ever.
Our flatmates are adorable and proper artists. Several nights we’ve come home to find the two of them a little stoned playing Christmas songs on a guitar each, singing louder than a gospel choir.
I was pitching three articles for a magazine I’ve been in touch with. Hopefully they’ll like them and I get to work with them more in the new year. As soon as I know I will let you know.
Hope you enjoyed visiting my flat.