The End of This Chapter
Jun. 17th, 2010 07:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
davidnWe're really moving, aren't we. Yes, we are. It used to seem so far off, but the majority of our stuff is now in cardboard boxes and the rest of the stuff lying around is easily scrapable into yet more boxes when the morning comes. In a moment, we're going to turn off the router - which feels strangely like disappearing entirely from the outside world even just for one day - and the next anyone will know, we'll have moved into the new house.
I still remember stepping into this flat for the first time, with our worldly possessions being carried with us in a few suitcases (and two bank cheques with the entire contents of a Californian account all but superglued to my waist under my clothing). We slept on a blanket on the floor, and then went out in an attempt to get a bed and some furniture. Four years later, it's come a long way, and feels much more like home. We've certainly accumulated a lot of... stuff - this move feels much bigger than the last one, because last time we might as well have just been going on holiday, for all the things that we had to take with us. This time, the spread of blankness has been gradually travelling across the flat and into a pile of boxes at one end of the room... tomorrow we're relying on a group of men from Gentle Giant to come in and remove them and all our furniture, and we'll follow them to the new house with our remaining perishable food in a hired car, leaving the flat once again white and empty.
To finalize the image of us moving on, I threw the sorry remains of the Frankendresser that IKEA sold us that first day on to the rubbish pile. Quite opposite from any sadness of leaving our flat, I was very pleased to finally get rid of the worthless artefact.
I still remember stepping into this flat for the first time, with our worldly possessions being carried with us in a few suitcases (and two bank cheques with the entire contents of a Californian account all but superglued to my waist under my clothing). We slept on a blanket on the floor, and then went out in an attempt to get a bed and some furniture. Four years later, it's come a long way, and feels much more like home. We've certainly accumulated a lot of... stuff - this move feels much bigger than the last one, because last time we might as well have just been going on holiday, for all the things that we had to take with us. This time, the spread of blankness has been gradually travelling across the flat and into a pile of boxes at one end of the room... tomorrow we're relying on a group of men from Gentle Giant to come in and remove them and all our furniture, and we'll follow them to the new house with our remaining perishable food in a hired car, leaving the flat once again white and empty.
To finalize the image of us moving on, I threw the sorry remains of the Frankendresser that IKEA sold us that first day on to the rubbish pile. Quite opposite from any sadness of leaving our flat, I was very pleased to finally get rid of the worthless artefact.
