I've started packing up the things that I don't use on a daily basis. Books, some of the linen I don't need right this second, clothes it's too cold to wear. I've half-filled one suitcase (it's waiting for the bed linen and pillows that are either in the wash or which I am using right this second), and completely filled a second. Two medium-sized crates of books, one of papers, one half-full of stuff I might throw out. One small crate full of various leads, one of stationery. Two empty large crates for the rest of my as yet unpacked crap. Guitar in case. Boots and shoes in a small rucksack.
Now a few days of limbo, where i can't pack stuff because I'm using it, or because I haven't decided if I'm going to throw it out yet.
Need to find someone who can drive, though, because my brother's unable to help me as I'd hoped. Thinking of hiring a small van because I have just at much too much to fit it all in a car. Unless it was a Zafira or something. Anyway, volunteer drivers welcomed.
And then, once T'Other and I have located suitable permanent lodgings, off we go again. I will likely not unpack anything but the essentials once I get to my friend James', because there's just no point. That's the plan, see: move here to James' spare room, then once I'm back from the States and Ireland, me and T'Other look for something permanent – nicely appointed, close to work, and not too far from the gastronomic delights of Borough Market.
I can't wait for this period of dislocation to be over. But when it is, that will be the end of a very long, very tedious chapter of my life. And as I sit here, looking at ten beautiful red roses, I know that it's all going to work out just fine.
Yurt half packed
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When and where you going to be in the States Suw? Any blogger dinners in the works?
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