On Saturday I managed to fill several boxes with kitchen stuff. Slowly there seems to be a pinprick of light in the far distance. Yes, there still is a certain amount of stuff to do, but overall it seems to get better. Today I continued with the bathroom. Toiletries (7 different colours of nail polish, whodathunkit?) and first aid thingies like plasters and such. Two small boxes were filled, while at the same time the bin bag at my side seemed to be filling with things I either never use or is so out of date and crummy...
Then later this afternoon, I tackled the first of the paperwork. Several forms had to be filled out for the moving company: address here, address there etc etc. It is necessary, but it is a drag I can tell you! Then the biggie: HM Revenue & Customs! There again I had to fill out this, that and the other. Unfortunately it cannot be sent off yet, since I haven't got a job contract yet. I phoned on Friday, but the person responsible for contracts was away because his wife had just had a baby. Obstacles, obstacles!
But, hopefully when I call back on Monday, that can be sorted. The sounds on Friday were promising anyway. People I hadn't met knew who I was, since there had been talk about me coming to work for them. And as soon as the contract is sorted, I can send a copy to HM R&C together with the filled out forms and a copy of my passport and a list of things I take with me (I hope they don't want to know exactly how many nail polishes I take along, but will be satisfied with make-up).
That is what has made me tired this weekend. The puffy thing is something not at all related to the move. I cried. Simple as that. For nearly two and a half hours. You see, Compo died and what with all the hormones and stress running around in me right now, that got me even worse this time than it did the first time around!
Don't worry: Compo isn't somebody I know personally. He is a character in the comedy series 'Last of the Summer Wine'. A wonderful series about several retired men going about in the countryside and getting into all sorts of scrapes. And last night I watched the three (four) episodes that were the goodbye to Compo.
Tomorrow it is back to work. With two telephone numbers in my pocket so I can ring the people I need to ring. One about a certain feline and the other about a certain contract.
Did I say I was tired?
You should be tired! You have been working like crazy getting your things packed. Sorry about Compo. Hope those phone calls go well tomorrow and you hear some good news!
ReplyDeleteHere is to a brighter tomorrow with everything falling into place as they should.
ReplyDeleteRight now it's more square block into a round hole, but I am hoping to sand those blocks down to a shape more suitable...
DeleteWe can't even imagine the work that comes with moving. We did get a hint of it when we had to clear out Oma's house and sell it. Fortunately, the buyer agreed to take some of the furniture and the appliances and even the pots and pans so we didn't have to move it all. Lots of stuff went to charity too. All the artwork and precious trinkets went to different family members. But that's not the same as keeping all your stuff AND bringing it all to another country! Good luck with that. We'll be thinking about you!
ReplyDeleteI moved house here in Norway twice, but then you can go back and forth several times. Now everything has to be done at once and it is getting quite stressful.
DeleteI think one of the most depressing things is that, not only do you have to fill those boxes, you then have to empty them.
ReplyDeleteThe emptying doesn't bother me that much. After all, there won't be a time limit to that!
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ReplyDeleteI was trying not to go where Fun60 just went!... anyhu... you're going along well enough it seems. Meanwhile, I LOVE L.O.T.S.W. and still remember well the departure of Compo the imcomparable. It was probably a good cathartic thing for you to watch at this time. YAM xx
I couldn't remember crying that much last time around, so I think what with the tiredness and the emotions and all, it all came together and resulted in puffy eyes!
DeleteWhat great fun it will be when you get to finally settle in your new place and be close to Gera. All this work will be long since in the rear view mirror.
ReplyDeleteStress now, happiness later. Could do with a bit less stress though!
DeleteI see ... I had thought puffy might mean a cold. Good luck on the contract and paperwork.
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