Well, clothes at least. No shelves for the books so they will stay in boxes.
I do still rather feel that I've not yet left my yurt behind, though. There are pieces of the puzzle still left to find and put in place before I shake the feelings of temporariness. Whether that's just eight years worth of insecurity, including my recent nomadic period, catching up with me I'm not sure, but it's hard to resist the urge to start considering what my next move will be.
I would prefer to feel settled though, relaxed, comfortable and secure, and to shake off this constant aprehension that soon I will have to pack up and move on lest I outstay my welcome.
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You could always get a cat; they have a way of making one feel settled.
I thought you had a cat?
What happened to Flwf?
I have a cat, yes. Fflwff is living with my parents in Dorset, and I shall leave her there as she's happy and settled and even if I could have her with me (which I can't – this place has no garden and my flatmate is allergic to cats), I wouldn't because it would be selfish. Maybe one day if I end up in a place more suitable, I'd get a kitten.
I still have about 20 boxes of books in the garage from moving to the US in 1998. However, I've bought several bookcases, which are full of all the books I've bought since.
I have a similar problem, in that since moving in with Her Maj, there is not enough space for all my books, most of which are languishing in cardboard boxes in the cellar.
I have a similar problem, in that since moving in with Her Maj, there is not enough space for all my books, most of which are languishing in cardboard boxes in the cellar.
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