Seven weeks on Tuesday we get the keys to the new flat. My mind is beginning to reel – I genuinely thought that having done all this just a year and a half ago, the upcoming move would be a walk in the park in comparison. Well, it’s not. Never mind that in 2013 we were downsizing from seven rooms in the house plus three in the cellar, to a flat with four rooms and a cellar compartment to store Stuff – that WAS harder, wasn’t it??? Never mind that I already have all the important phone numbers, and that the removal people remember us from last time… moving house is Just.Hard.Work.
So now we have seven weeks plus of controlled chaos before us. This is the royal ‘we’; I really mean ‘I’, because I’m the only one who actually cares about home being chaotic. Son 2 moved to his new student flat several weeks ago, helpfully taking most of his furniture and all his Stuff with him. Son 1 moved quite a lot of his Stuff to his new student flat last week, helpfully taking my bookcases with him… Boxes and boxes and boxes of books are now sitting in the living room. But that leaves you with extra bedroom space for boxes and Stuff, I hear you say. Theoretically it does, but somehow it hasn’t worked out like that yet. Son 2’s room is full of Stuff that’s waiting to be dealt with or disposed of, and son 1’s room is full of Stuff he hasn’t taken – yet. Son 1 is into Stuff in a big way. So my book boxes stay in the living room.
Tomorrow, a friend is coming to take two tables and four chairs away to be painted for the new flat. So we’ll have garden furniture inside for a while. No problem. What is a problem is all the other Stuff – everywhere you look there’s Stuff – and you think – Do we need this? Do I want it? Have I actually used it since the last move?
The trouble with a temporary flat is you know it’s only temporary, so you don’t bother to make it more… permanent. The two large-sized tins of haggis have been on the office bookshelf almost since we moved in because they weren’t disturbing anyone and nobody took the time to put them in a better place. It’s too early to start serious packing, of course, so all this Stuff is lying around, mocking me – ‘Here I am and you’re going to have do something with me very soon now and it’s going to be a WHOLE lot of work…’
Ah well. Be nice when it’s finished. All suggestions welcome…