DREAM HOUSE

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I moved into my dream home almost a year ago to the day. I grew up in Walthamstow, one of the parts of North East London that is now full of lifestyle shops, and gentrified pubs (some of which my mother used to make me walk on the other side of the street from growing up).

So how did I end up in the countryside?

Eight years ago I met and fell for a boy from Essex. After spending most of my time there for the first year of our relationship, I moved into his two bed semi-detached in Loughton - which is Essex, but still on a Tube line, so not miles away from London life.

We have since got married, and last year decided to look for a new house in the area. A bigger house, preferably period, and I somehow got it wedged in my brain that it had to be detached. We viewed as many as we could in the area, none of which fitted our spec, and the ones which did were waaaay out of our price range. 

One Saturday while I was working- styling an event in London, he went to view a house in nearby Epping (which wasn’t right for reasons I can’t remember), and tied it in with a viewing that was 10 minutes further out of the way.It was detached, it was Victorian, it was the double-fronted dream house that I had been picturing all along. The difference was that it was in rural Essex, a teeny-tiny hamlet, that consisted of one road of houses and a bloody brilliant little pub that we’re now never out of.

 It was detached, it was Victorian, it was the double-fronted dream house that I had been picturing all along. The difference was that it was in rural Essex, a teeny-tiny hamlet, that consisted of one road of houses and a bloody brilliant little pub that we’re now never out of. 

There wasn’t even a pavement, and we loved it.
So I’m now sharing my amazing home as I dust the cobwebs out of the corners, and adding my city edge, room-by-room, always at the mercy of my attention-loving sausage dog, Badger.
 
 
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