Anyone else read Farmer Duck out there? Probs not. Basically, poor duck has to do all the work, lazy farmer lies in bed and shouts, ‘How goes the work?’ every page or so [my Mr read this before I posted and said, “Are you saying that I’m the lazy farmer?”…which he obviously isn’t, he’s been great :)]. The phrase popped into my head as a good title for our evenings at the moment.
So, how goes the work chez nous as we prepare to move? Well, it goes slowly, but hopefully surely. A few boxes have been packed here and there and things are gradually disappearing from the walls and cupboards. The pile of empty boxes is still a little high and I have no idea how we’ll get all of our clothes into bags and suitcases…not to mention the still-fully assembled bed and wardrobe that need to be taken apart. Addresses still need to be changed, windows measured for curtains, curtain poles bought and put up, the van still needs to be booked/borrowed…the list could go on.
It still feels a bit unreal. Almost like, will it actually happen? We still haven’t signed the tenancy agreement (!), but the ladies at the estate agents seem to think it’ll go through without any problems. Even if all goes well, I just can’t picture us there. I can’t (or don’t want to?) envisage getting everything down four flights of stairs, into a van and/or a few cars, driving over, unloading, going back for more…then having to unpack, find everything a new home (or just the same home in a new place), settle ourselves in. Figure out the heating, change energy supplier, sort out the council tax, get a parking permit…thankfully it’ll be half term, but it’s a whole lot of effort.
And yet, how wonderful it will be to be closer to friends. We’re 5 minutes walk from 2 friends’ houses, a 20 minute walk from church, 5 minutes from an array of awesome restaurants, about 10 minutes from a cute park with an interesting cemetery attached. We’ll have a washing line outside, radiators that you can put clothes on, and a wheelie bin (yes, still excited about this one!). There’s space in the cellar for our bikes, we’ll now eat our meals at a table rather than in front of the TV (which we could have done for the last 2 years, but having the dining table and the TV in same room meant the TV wins pretty much every night), I’ll be keeping fit by cycling to work.
So we power on. Trying to keep in my mind that this house won’t bring happiness, it won’t make us better at life, but we can be thankful for and excited about it all the same 🙂 hopefully next time I’m talking about a house move, the work will be done!