Julia Lelieveld and the fifth element

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It was already getting dark when we arrived. It was a small, intimate town.

After we had collected the key from the real estate agent, we drove to our new house.

I only knew the new house from pictures, but I recognized it immediately and it looked even more beautiful than in the pictures.

The house was on a spacious street, with a row of trees between the sidewalk and the road. Like our old house, it had a garage attached to it, with a driveway of large tiles. The same tiles formed a path from the sidewalk to the front door, the rest of the front yard was grass.

Adjacent to the garage was a long row of tall shrubs that ran the length of the yard all the way to the curb. A path led to the backyard on the other side of the house.

The house looked inviting.

The moving vans weren't there yet.

We got out of the car a little stiff, both grabbed a bag and walked to the front door.

It was a red shiny door with a small window in the middle.

The house had been completely renovated before it was sold.

We stepped into the hall, a nice warm brown paint on the walls, a shiny wooden floor with large white skirting boards at the bottom and top of the walls, as well as the posts of the windows and doors were white. The hall was centrally located in the house. On either side was a passage to two rooms, decorated in the same style. Diagonally across the hall, on the left, was the staircase, made of the same gleaming wood as the floor. Next to the stairs was a passage to the kitchen.

We closed the door behind us and my father turned on the light. A beautiful chandelier hung in the center of the hall.

He looked at me expectantly. "It's beautiful Dad."

"I'm glad you like it. Come on, I'll go ahead of you."

My father had already visited the house before he agreed to the new house and his new job.

We walked to the right room from the hall.

"This will be the dining room, if it's alright with you?"

"I'm fine with it." I smiled at my father. He seemed relieved.

This was a spacious room with a large window to the front of the house. At the back of the room was a door. We walked through the door and came out in the kitchen. It was a beautiful country kitchen in light colours. To the right of the kitchen, in line with the dining room, were two doors. One door led us to the laundry room and through the laundry room we entered the garage. I saw that there was also a door in the garage towards the garden.

Behind the other door was a spacious toilet, tiled in beautiful shades of gray.

Back in the kitchen we continued to the left side of the house. That will probably be the living room, it runs the entire length of the house, with a large window at the front, just like in the dining room and at the back two French doors to the garden. It was too dim to see the garden well.

We walked through the kitchen back to the hall. Under the stairs was another door that led to the cellar, a large space spread over the entire surface of the house.

Via the stairs we reached the top of the landing and I saw three doors.

'This is my bedroom.' He stepped in the left door and I saw a nice spacious bedroom. The door opposite the stairs led us to the bathroom, in the same beautiful shades of gray as the downstairs toilet. A little further up the landing was the last door on the right. "I was thinking this should be your room."