The removal men are in, packing up all our possessions.
By midday tomorrow, this house will be an empty shell (notwithstanding my laptop, my overnight bag and some curtains), ready for it's new owner to stamp their (naturally inferior) interior design ideas on it.
And I'm not all that bothered at the moment.
I was expecting some sort of emotional catharsis moment - the departure from this house representing, once and for all, our departure from Bristol and the cosy and relatively predicatable life we've had for the last 10+ years. However, so far there's been no emotion at all.
I'm hoping this means I'm fully at ease with the decision; that I have acheived "closure" (ha!) regarding the move. Alternatively, of course, I could be sublimating all my feelings - keep your eyes peeled for a tearful breakdown in three or four months over a spilt cup of tea...
When the job's done, I will hopefully have some pictures to upload of our the house, naked and cleaned, all primed for fresh abuses.
2 comments:
Hey Kris! Isnt it exciting when you get a comment!
It is, it is - I only wish everyone else realised this fact and sent me more...!
Thanks, Mat - you've added the icing fairy to my splendid cake of an evening.
Keep posting, x.
K
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