Our house, in the middle of our street

Finally, the long-awaited house photos. Having family to visit provided an incentive to get the place both organised and tidy, and therefore in a decent state to have its photo taken.

Yes, we are now a two-car family. Toby and I get around in the tinted-window gangsta-mobile.

Thought we might as well take the opportunity to have a family shot. Toby enjoyed meeting his aunt and uncle very much.

The front door is at right angles to the street.

And we've got a nice L-shaped porch area at the front.

Coming inside, we really liked the open layout with the archway through to the kitchen.

The kitchen-dining area, with the back door just visible on the far left.

Looking back towards the front door, with the study mid-right and the entrance to the corridor on the far right.

Toby and Graham surfing the web. The built-in shelving was another plus point for the house. This room was previously dark green which made it very gloomy, so we made it a painting project pretty quickly.

Our bedroom is off the kitchen, with nice big windows on to the back garden.

Toby shares it at the moment, in a bassinet. That's the door to the bathroom, and beyond that the door to our walk-in closet.

The bathroom, and me taking the photo.

The other bedrooms are reached from the corridor off the living room. This is the guest room.

This will be Toby's room, but got pressed into service as a second guest room, hence the airbed.

The crib was generously donated by a friend of some friends, whom we had never even met.

Our back porch. We moved in just in time to enjoy some al fresco meals while it was neither too hot nor too cold.

The back garden. Being the middle of winter, the grass is not at its greenest. Then again, it's pretty dry in summer too.
The house is about five years old, in a modern housing estate (or subdivision as they call them out here). A little more suburban than I pictured myself, and we feel very American now with our walk-in closets and automatic garage door. Still, it's a lovely house, and a nice quiet area for a certain little boy to play in, so we're happy here for a few years.

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