I’m not sure I’ve ever witnessed efficiency on such a scale as I did this morning. The man with the van arrived at 8.45am (fifteen minutes early), our friend five minutes after that, and within half an hour my entire room was packed into the van and the boys were off to the new flat, leaving me to do a final spot check and tidy. By the time I arrived at the new place some twenty minutes later the only things remaining in the van were a couple of bags. Inside the flat things were strewn everywhere, granted, but it didn’t take long to make in-roads into the chaos, and I’ve left it in a reasonable state to pick up from tomorrow when I get back from my friend’s wedding in Cambridge. It really is all go!
As for the wedding, it’s the third one of my best friends from school, and all the more significant for me as I missed the first two because I was travelling. Today will also be the first time the five of us will have all been in the same place at the same time for years. In fact, since we were last together there have been two weddings and one baby-I can hardly believe how fast the time has gone. So I’ll certainly make the most of catching up and celebrating-after the move I think I deserve it!
Moving day is nearly upon me, and whilst I’m almost beyond exhaustion I also couldn’t be more excited. There’s something quite thrilling about moving house. Perhaps it’s because it offers a clean slate, a chance to reset and start again. In other words, a new beginning; a bit like January 1st when the new year lies before you like a pristine and untouched canvas, ready for you to stamp your mark on it as you see fit.
And whilst I’m no Kelly Hoppen I’m very much looking forward to having a bash at making the new flat into a home that reflects both of our personal tastes. I also want to create a corner for my writing, where I can sit and feel inspired each Monday (and in the evenings and weekends too-for it’s finally beginning to dawn on me one day a week is not sufficient time to become truly proficient in the craft of writing; better late than never).
For me, this particular move holds the further dual significance of a) moving in with my boyfriend and b) having more space to myself, since the aforementioned boyfriend is likely to be travelling fairly frequently with work. Whilst I’ve always enjoyed living with other people, as the inexorable passage of time has worn on I have come to crave solitary time more often. Whereas a few years ago I loved the hustle and bustle of a four person tenancy arrangement, now me and one other is as much as I can cope with – and it’s becoming increasingly more vital that the “other” is someone with whom I get along like a house on fire rather than merely live and split bills with.
So there you have it. It is the eve of my next move, almost all of my belongings are packed into bags and boxes and my furniture is bubble wrapped. The only thing left to do is post this blog and pour myself a generous glass of red wine. It’s time for the next chapter. And I really cannot wait.