With six days to go, I’m not sure whether I’m utterly calm or utterly panicked.
I’ve been admittedly quiet of late, but as you can imagine it’s a busy time with all the move preparations. That and, well let’s say, some other major things going on (more on that next week) have been keeping my time occupied.
With six days to go, I’m not sure whether I’m utterly calm or utterly panicked. My wife and I were discussing the logistics of the move – with a 60 mile gap between our current and new homes, it makes sense for one of us to be based in each house and split the responsibility of overseeing the movers. That and having my 15 month old daughter running between our legs while trying to shift boxes and furniture didn’t seem a good idea.
So my wife moves down two days in advance. Much as I love my wife and daughter I’m almost giddy with excitement of the time I’ll have the place to myself – the calm before the storm.
Thankfully we’ve a moving company to do all the heavy work, so with any luck the move will be relatively stress-free.
I treated us to a pack of proper moving boxes and packing materials from an internet company. However the brown tape included to seal up the boxes is really cheap and poor quality. So I’m worried one of the boxes with a million different items will pop open as someone is lifting it from house to van!
I’m also quite worried about running out of boxes – it’s incredible how quickly they fill up. I will be so relieved when Friday comes and I have the day to myself to pack those final things.
Saturday is D-Day – we move from London to Brighton. After six odd years in my current place, and just shy of ten years in the metropolis, it’s time to move on. Not that I say goodbye to London of course – I just become part of the millions who commute to London to work every day.
