Our new flat is in a suburb of south Manchester that isn’t exactly new to me. I last moved away from Whalley Range and from my teeny one-bed flat in September 2014, and I also used to live around here a couple of years before that. Vulpe spent around a year taking her walkies nearby and so it isn’t strictly a new area for her.
Personally, I find the local streets much more pleasant for wandering here than those surrounding our previous house in east Manchester. There are trees everywhere and lots of green. I can tell that Vulpe finds it much more interesting because she has to stop and sniff EVERY. LITTLE. THING. SERIOUSLY. EVERY. THING.
You can probably tell that she takes sniffing very seriously. Ever since I read that pulling a dog away from a sniff is equivalent to pulling an interesting book out of a person’s hands, I haven’t had the heart to interrupt most of the time.
Ahhhh, it’s actually pretty nice to be back. Anyone who’s familiar with Manchester will know that living out in east Manchester, if you’re not from the area, is a bit of an odd thing to do. I was driven by necessity back in 2014, and I guess it was a great house to tide me over. But I’m happy that C, Vulpe and me have our lovely little cave here now. We’re closer to friends, the city centre, and many more vegan options (woohoo). I don’t miss the damp, the mould, or the slugs.
I’m hoping that this move will give me a bit of stability, once my unsavoury career situation is resolved (soon, I hope). As I’ve recently hit 35, a baseline of normality would be just swell. I also think Vulpe might be working towards a final draft of her 2016 edition of The Big Book of Smells, but hopefully the house move won’t mean too many amendments…..
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