![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Starting to leave
The panic caused by the goldfish at the bank last week has now been replaced in my head with a sort of overwhelming feeling of "Wow, we're literally going to be buying a house, signing papers to transfer the titles over and everything, in three days, and nobody's questioned our suitability for being homeowners yet". It's a much better feeling than the one before it, but it's still a difficult thing to grasp. I still remember when we first walked in our flat's door and saw that we owned a massive room with some cables in it.
We're moving on to another stage in the long line of stresses, and have a fairly certain moving date of June the 18th now. It's not something I've lived through before because in previous moves I've only ever gone 100 miles up and down the road to university and back, and when I came over to America my worldly possessions were packed in a couple of suitcases. This time, three men are going to come around in the morning and transfer all our furniture to a van, then pile it all out at the other end. They've asked us to estimate how many boxes we'll need for our smaller items, which is a bit of a tall order to guess when you don't know what size they are.
To prepare this weekend, we've been organizing our books and things we won't need in the next couple of weeks into boxes - we dragged all the cardboard out of our cupboard, where in complete disregard for the laws of physics and logic it managed to take over the entire living room before we eventually piled it all back in in a more manageable order. We have suffered one casualty already, where a bad combination was demonstrated when a Stanley knife was brought into close proximity to a yoga ball. On the positive side, it's now in a shape that's much easier to pack.
We're moving on to another stage in the long line of stresses, and have a fairly certain moving date of June the 18th now. It's not something I've lived through before because in previous moves I've only ever gone 100 miles up and down the road to university and back, and when I came over to America my worldly possessions were packed in a couple of suitcases. This time, three men are going to come around in the morning and transfer all our furniture to a van, then pile it all out at the other end. They've asked us to estimate how many boxes we'll need for our smaller items, which is a bit of a tall order to guess when you don't know what size they are.
To prepare this weekend, we've been organizing our books and things we won't need in the next couple of weeks into boxes - we dragged all the cardboard out of our cupboard, where in complete disregard for the laws of physics and logic it managed to take over the entire living room before we eventually piled it all back in in a more manageable order. We have suffered one casualty already, where a bad combination was demonstrated when a Stanley knife was brought into close proximity to a yoga ball. On the positive side, it's now in a shape that's much easier to pack.
no subject
XD