At the end of the month we will be moving our lives to a new house and a new start… a new adventure of sorts.
I
don’t really mind the moving part so much because for the first month or so it
really feels as if I am on holiday, new surroundings, new sights and smells all
so very exciting. But thereafter, reality kicks in and it feels like you
have lived there forever, but what I don’t like is the packing and then the
unpacking of all the boxes.
It
is the thought of actually packing my possessions into boxes, sealing them with
tape and then have them hang around until the move takes place that really irks
me. You pack things and then forget and start swearing when you can’t
find the mug that your friend uses when they visit and then it results in
reopening of the already sealed boxes that drives me nuts!
But
the
part that puts a tiny smile on my face is that on the other side of
this
torture, you get to unpack your things and place them in their shiny
new homes. The new place we are moving to has little shelves I have
already envisioned by photo frames standing on, and I have already
picked the
spot for my printers tray, and have made plans to buy a new carpet for
the
lounge, so it is not so bad and this has a silver lining after all.
Another
big thing is that this new place has 2 bedrooms, which in due time will be
filled with a tiny body and the pitter patter of little feet will echo through
the corridor… But I suppose I should hold my horses and tap on the brakes
slightly with that idea because I have a ton of unpacking to still do!
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