Moving day

Part of the living room

Moving day started bright and early for me. 5.45am and I was wide awake. Wondering whether everything would be going to plan, whether everybody who had promised to come would show up, wondering where I was going to live. 

Well, everything went quite smoothly. Thanks to a few colleagues who had come to help me during the week, I had managed to get most things packed up. The few things that were left, were done before anybody arrived and the television and the bed were done by some of the helpers. Who all showed up. Several trailer loads went to storage and everything else went to the new address. The first two cars went during the morning and I finally got to see it during the afternoon. 

Stacking them up. And yes, the ones at the top weigh almost nothing

By about seven pm everything had been moved, the house had been cleaned, the satellite dishes had been taken down and we were shattered. The only missing link here was Miss Oswin, who I had not seen all day. All those people were quite scary. However, when I got back to the house after the last load had been delivered, she was already waiting for me and I was able to take her to our new home.

On Sunday I showed the house to the owner, who was surprised I was out already. Turns out she isn't as horrid as I thought. She had meant that I had three months notice starting May 1st. I had understood that I had to be out by May 1st. Her final words were 'I hope we can remain friends'. I told her, no. Not enemies, but certainly never friends. 

My 'new' wardrobe. The empty space is where Miss Oswin likes to sleep at night

The new place is roomy and much bigger than I expected. Most of the boxes are now sorted, either stacked up (books and dvd's) or empty (kitchen). There is still some work to be done, but it will keep a few days longer.