I'm just going upstairs. I do this all the time, with an enthusiasm I don't normally have for exercise. Sometimes I even skip. It's still an exciting novelty for me - I've never owned a flight of stairs before. Or a roof, or a garden, or a bit of the actual Earth with a building on it. This could never have happened in London, where people lived above and below me, and a "management company" reluctantly maintained the building out of which my flat was hollowed.
Now I have a vegetable patch and three bedrooms, one of which contains the Lovely Paul. I can be in London in just over an hour, including the taxi to the station. I have a place on the Warwick University MA course in Writing. I am a very lucky girl indeed.
It would be nice not to be sodding unemployable of course, but at least I don't have to get up too early in the mornings.
Before I left London, I had a suspicion that it might be possible to go out more, do more things and see more people from a Midlands base than the capital, and this seems to be the case - for a start, it takes less time to get from Coventry to Euston than my daily commute did when I lived in Zone 2.
In the eight weeks since I moved, I've been to three festivals, two museum exhibitions, several nice restaurants, a site of historic interest, some pubs and Ikea. Many many trips to Ikea.
I'll try to only tell you about the interesting stuff.