Canterbury Tales: Week One, March

(This series of blog posts owes a huge debt to Jessica for suggesting the obviously cheesy title)

It’s finally happened – we’ve moved! Unbelievably, Canterbury has been my home for nearly a week now. I haven’t really processed leaving Brighton yet, and probably won’t for a while.

(I say ‘we’; in reality, C is still in Brighton for the next couple of weeks, living at his parents and finishing up some teaching…)

Moving Day

They say moving is one of the most stressful things you can do in life; no matter how many times I do it (and I’ve moved a lot, huzzah renting) it never seems to get any easier. Every time I’ve moved, there seems to be more to do: more companies to contact, more current-home-stuff to sort, inevitably more stuff to pack. This time, it felt extra stressful because a) it was a county move (no more hoping to drag leftovers around by bus/car/carrier pigeon) and b) I’d had a major work event and my leaving do on the preceding two nights.

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Naming your water bottles: important

 

On the day? We had wonderful help in the form of family and friends and four moving humans which made everything about a million times less stressful. There were some particularly memorable moments…

 

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such as when our sofa had to go out the window!

…but it all worked out okay. Better than okay, actually; great! Apart from our internet not being installed. But internet never works immediately, right? Especially if you’re with BT…

The New House

I’ve spent the past week padding around the new house on my own (why yes, I did stay up till 1am the day we moved in unpacking the entire kitchen and I regret nothing) and getting used to its new quirks. As your rent money goes further here, we’ve swapped the half-house for a full house which is such a luxury; we have a cellar, three bedrooms and a conservatory! Not to mention a garden! It’s very exciting and definitely not a sign of Being An Adult. Nope.

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Conservatory!

The New House shares some features with the Brighton Maisonette; like its predecessor, it’s surprisingly close to the city centre yet also very quiet. Both have living rooms on street level so you often get those funny scraps of conservation as people walk by. Both have churches in the vicinity; hearing bells on a Sunday is still a joy.

New House also has some unexpected features –  the quiet, yet frequent noise of the train station level crossing sirens (which I think might become permanently engrained in my head before long) being the biggest discovery. The fact that the house is actually light and warm, unlike Brighton Maisonette’s cold-and-a-bit-dark style, is another. The complex recycling system took me a while to figure out; I became concerned when my recycling hadn’t disappeared magically this morning and I called the council up in a fit of “oh gosh I’ve done it wrong” worry. (I hadn’t; they forgot. They actually fixed it, too, within an hour of my calling).

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My favourite thing about New House, however, is the stunning Cathedral view from my study window. We didn’t notice it when we viewed New House originally (too busy climbing narrow stairs and gasping at the dishwasher); now it’s one of my favourite views, not least because the Cathedral gets lit up at night. I can also see the tip of the Marlowe Theatre as well; such a stunning skyline! (N.B. I still don’t have any decent pictures of this view…)

Exploring Canterbury

As I’ve been off work / in between jobs, this week has been a good chance to explore my new home-city. I’d visited Canterbury a couple of times before moving here (this year to find a house and in previous years to visit family) and liked it a lot.

What I hadn’t remembered, however, is just how old Canterbury is and how far across the city the architecture spreads; the bus stop I needed to visit my cousin is near a pub established in 1570, the streets are lined with cobbles, and there are more parks within the city walls than I ever imagined. A good friend came to visit on Wednesday and showed me some parts of the city I’d not discovered yet; on Thursday, I meandered out on a longer sojourn. The sun crept out from behind the stone and it really felt like Spring had arrived; absolutely gorgeous.

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Canterbury is much smaller than Brighton, but I’m starting to think it’s a bit of a hidden gem compared to the seaside city. It’s got everything you need in a town; high street and independent shops, good restaurants, pubs, incredible architecture, parks. It’s still only an hour from London, but it’s so compact you can walk across the whole city in 20 minutes.

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But sssh on the last point; it’s our secret, okay? 🙂

What’s next: this weekend, I’m off back to Brighton to sort out (and say goodbye to) our old maisonette – before starting my new job on Monday! Fingers crossed the sun stays out – I can’t wait 😀

 

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