the ride in dads car was..awkward but thats only because he hasnt seen me for 6 years.
i realised in the car that i wasnt atually gonna be living in new york but just outside of it.
phew:)
dads house is beautiful, absolutely gorgous.
its wood. literally the whole house is built of wood:O
its a light wood, almost asif the wood was painted.
there are 4 main windows for the house and the attact had one small circlular window.
its not a big fat flash-your-cash house,
its a cosy i-live-here house.
the roof is a dark sort of bluey colour, and his garden..well lets say i can have my whole bloody sports day in his garden, ITS HUGE.
as i went inside there was a long thin coridor with loads of doors coming off it.
to the left there was a front room, it was cosy.
there was a fur rug in the middle of the room with 2 red leather sofas around the edge of the rug.
there was a glass table centred smack bang in the middle of the chairs and a flat-screen TV hanging off the wall oposite.
behind the chairs was a few bookshelfs and a conputor.
i walked out the door into the room oposite..this must be the bathroom, there was just a plain toilet&sink..but the bath tub looked like it could fit 5 people in, it was circular and huge..wowzers.
the room next to this one must be the dining room..
it was painted green and in the middle of the room was a dark wooden table with 4 chairs.
there was a chandeler hanging from the ceiling, only a small one.
and a large sterio sort of thing on the wall. it looked beautiful.
the room oposite that was the kitchen.
it was all modern stoves and stuff, like what you see on adverts but it looked lovely.
and up the stepladder..was my room.
