I have lost count of the houses I have lived in starting from when I was born sometimes when I can't sleep I try to count and picture them, it does tend to send me to sleep.
That's why I hate clutter, I would like to keep only what I use, my books and beautiful things, not the stuff OH won't throw away, never sees the light of day, not used and probably never will be. I am still trying to work our why he puts small screws on the kitchen windowsill saying they will come in handy and they are still there a year later!
My ideal house is one that is far away from neighbours so that I don't have to smell barbecue smoke and do it yourself dust that gets on my chest every year, preferably by the sea, not to far from Doctors and Hospital, near the library, near the shops. The house will have floorboards that don't creak upstairs ( they drive me mad) a large utility room where OH can iron to his hearts content, a large kitchen where we don't get under each others feet and a garden that has no lawn to cut but large patio (we do have that).
I am sure this will not be my last house though I wish I was in one that I loved and would not have to move from, the though of moving makes me feel I would not know where to start, in the past it has never bothered me, but I seemed to have had more energy and enthusiasm then.
Really though I am quite happy here its a lovely area our house is nice just as not perfect as I would like it
