…and the adventures begin…

I’ve never moved before, well not with anything other than a suitcase and a duvet, and I’d be happy to never move again. I listed, I organised, I bought boxes and bubble wrap. I removed painting after painting and plastered countless nail holes in grubby walls. Bag after bag filled with all sorts of goodies made their way to the Local charity shop. I ebayed and gave away. My mum enlisted Chris and Mike, two off duty fireman who were good humoured and energetic helpers but despite this, my indepth planning and clever clear stacking box system, the last few pre move days passed in a horribly stressful daze (Much kudos to JHubz for bearing with me). We were both working up until two days before we moved which was naively optimistic/totally stupid, even for me. The day before the move we worked tirelessly to get everything prepared and yet still ended up leaving far more behind than we intended and shoving things into any old box completely bollocksing up all that careful planning.

After a week of not being able to find anything; repeatedly walking in on my poor mum in the bathroom; putting my beloved car on eBay, having it won and then the winning bidder turning out to be an untrustworthy jerk face, relisting it for it to sell to a lovely lady this morning; lovely dinners with the neighbours; a last minute flying visit from the Canadian inlaws; Bear, our much loved Norwegian Forest cat giving up the ghost this morning and being buried in the garden; an unpleasant email from an ex neighbour accusing me of stealing her tesco club card vouchers (honestly you can’t make shit like that up, seems I inadvertently opened hers and then gratuitously spent the whole £2 – at least I think the last voucher I used was a £2 one) it was with much sadness and not a small amount of relief that we arrived at the airport. Our bags were under weight which must be some sort of miracle and our check in agent was lovely. Lunch and shopping over, by the time it came to board the karma gods had smiles upon us and we had been upgraded to business class which is a WOOHOO at the best of times but today, on the first day of our adventures is bloody brilliant. I’m currently sitting in a little cocoon of loveliness with JHubz next to me as I type.

So what does a forty something Londoner, having given up her job, home and car, do on her adventures?

I’m not entirely sure but damn skippy I am looking forward to finding out 💖
For those in need of translation Damn skippy = Hell yeah bitches Xx