Home Sweet Home

The sun is shining once more over Amsterdam and life is pretty good here. I've been discovering the joys of living in the Westerpark. I can't get enough of my new neighbourhood. It's fab to be able to get up in the morning, open up the balcony doors and look out over the world with a cup of tea.

The corner shop over the street sells lovely Turkish bread, fresh mint and all manner of handy stuff. There's a great bakery a block away that makes fresh muffins by the tray-load and I can get from bed to park in around 10 mins if I fancy a morning run. The neighbours are friendly, the cycle ride (en route to work) to Centraal Station up the Haarlemerdijk is a joy (there's always something to look at in that street) and I can go out dancing for free on a Saturday night at the end of my street.

The apartment is now fully kitted out (I've had to create an exclusion zone around Ikea before I go bankrupt). The sofa-bed has been used by various friends and family on visits, Mojitos have been made by the dozen in the name of house-warming and my name is on the doorbell. I think I can safely say it's now home!