The Manchizzle

Its official: we are now Manchunians. Well, adoptive ones anyway as of yesterday when we moved into our own pad in that great northern city of Manchester. Even though the sofa we found at a charity shop didn't fit through the door and everything lies scattered at our feet in boxes, we already love our new place. Maybe its just because it has been a while since we have had keys to, well, anything in our pockets, but at any rate we're loving how the word trips off our tongues: 'home'. 

We celebrated our first night here by drinking wine out of an 'I heart NY' mug which I bought at JFK airport and we marveled at how so much change can happen in such a short time. Life is taking shape: screwing together Ikea furniture frames, reconnecting with family and friends and Andy has been offered some great work opportunities while I fill out temp application forms as as I wait for my Masters to start in the autumn. In a fit of generosity, Andy's dad gave us his old car so we even have wheels and are doing a good job so far at remembering to drive on the LEFT side of the road :)