A last minute date swap has left me
with an unexpected and rather annoying day off. As I am in the
transition period of moving and not a single thing I need to encourage my
days productivity can act as an available resource. So instead I have decided to
spend the day procrastinating between the sheets and my duvet (with
snippets of work I can get on with in the inbetween). So far I have
successfully found my dream home (as above) and got lost in many tropical shorelines - I don't think it helps that I am currently supposed to be residing for a long week or two in Mombassa.
Images via // www.loftstudios.co.uk
Though the only down side is it is
currently a commercial property and if it ever goes up for sale will
most likely have a price tag with a few too many zeros attached to
the end of it. However a girl can dream and like most of the female
population (or so I am told) I constantly waste too much of my time
clicking away and searching for that perfect property that I will
probably never be able to afford. My move back to Brighton has got me
missing a crumbling brick wall and the cracks between a solid oak
floor, though the 'City' is alive with it, the property here
seriously lacks any character. This for now is my appartment porn and
lust over it I shall.
