The Big Move

Everybody's aware how stressful moving house is. The weeks before the actual move trying to figure out where to start with the packing, or what you definitely need to leave out in order to make it through to the new place. Those items you haven't used for the past year or so, piled into a box, taped and labelled and that great sense of achievement that things are finally starting to move along, but of course in those final weeks you need the one object you'e sure is at the bottom. So out come the scissors, the perfectly packed box is opened and emptied, only to remember you didn't even bother packing it. All sense of achievement lost and there's absolutely no use starting again until next week.

This has been going on for so long I decided to leave all the packing until the final day. Certain that anything I could possibly need has been used and can now be transferred. Finally, the house is empty, the rooms are clean...well all apart from the dust behind the wardrobe. I'm considering it a present for the new tenants. The house hasn't looked that good since we moved in! They should be bloody grateful in my eyes. At least you can once again cook in the oven without having to shower to rid your hair of the smell of smoke that's billowed out despite the fact your food is still raw. 

So, the house is packed and clean, the truck is fully laden with crap that should have been thrown out years ago and it's a new adventure to begin. At least I thought it was going to be. But trying to fit moving from one house into another and unpacking around 12 hour shifts is hard. Luckily I've roped in a few unsuspecting men to help out, which means by the end of the day most of the boxes were unpacked, the kitchen was in full working order and the bed is awaiting my head on the pillow. Perfect.