Gah. I didn't know that I had so much stuff.
I'd been working under the misapprehension that I would pop back to Dorset, pick up some clothes and a couple of books and that I'd be moving to London with just the bare minimum. Except I sat down yesterday and started going through my book shelves to pick out my 'essential reading' list… and when I looked at the pile I realised I'd have to put at least half of them back.
Ditto with the clothes.
And I haven't even attempted to move all my CDs, DVDs, and general piles of … well, stuff.
I really am a packrat. My brother's car is full to brimming, and I have to leave space to fit in my suitcase which is at Gerard's in Ham. And I have a whole bunch of stuff that I wanted to take that I have to leave behind. The item I am most going to miss, and have most missed the last few years because I had nowhere to put it, is my guitar. I have a beautiful Takamine left-handed, and recently I've been really wanting to play it, but there's just no room for it in the car. Hopefully my parents will be able to bring it up on the train next week without reducing it to matchsticks.
Have keys to the new place, but there's no bed so I'm sleeping on a rather narrow single (more like half a single) futon. No shelves, or drawers or anything, so I'll still need to use my suitcase for storage.
Also – and this is rather distressing – no broadband. If I've been a bit crap lately with replying to emails and blogging and such, I am afraid I am only going to get worse. I'll be spending a lot of time at my office (well, I say 'my', but it's been kindly donated in support of ORG, so it's not mine at all) so I'll have access to the internet there, but as soon as I get home each night I will be offline.
That might not be such a bad thing, for a while, because I really do have to get moving with a few things, such as my book and reading up on a whole shed-load of data retention stuff that I've been hoarding. And sleeping. And reading To Say Nothing Of The Dog. And watching all that TV my friend Tom kindly gave me. And Finding Neverland (yes, Cam, I really am going to watch it. Honest!).
Still, I will have my vodka. And my chocolate. Two out of three ain't bad.
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