Moving

Check out those muscles

It has now been a week since we moved into the flat. It seems like a lot longer. This week has been busy with trying to combine normal weekly activities with unpacking. We’ve done pretty well though, most of the rooms are liveable and only a few things need to be sorted.

The jury is still out, but I think I prefer this flat to the old one. It’s smaller yes, and there are a few niggling problems which we haven’t sorted out yet but the cut in rent more than makes up for these issues. The carpets and sofas make it more homely than the old place and it makes inviting people back much easier as we actually have a decent space to host them.

However, this week I have realised once again that I simply don’t do change very well. On the outside I’m calm, and people have even commented that we seem to have coped with the move very well, but this week I have just felt very odd. I can’t understand it myself so poor Josh has no chance. I just feel weird and unsettled. Not myself at all.

It doesn’t help that we now have single glazed windows in the bedroom and have moved closer to seagull city centre. If you have never lived in a seaside town you simply cannot know the racket that these birds put up every morning from 3.30am onwards. I don’t find it too bad as I have grown up in seaside towns, but it has caused me to be more tired that I would normally be.

I’m just looking forward to time passing and feeling that the ‘new flat’ isn’t new anymore. I want to feel normal walking back from work a different way. I want it to feel like home.

But it could have been so much worse. I cannot even express the full extent of my gratitude for the twenty or so people who gave up their time on the hottest Saturday of the year to help us move. Who packed and lugged heavy boxes to and fro and who helped us clean our flat from top to bottom. I really don’t know what state I would have been in if you hadn’t been there; you saved us a lot of time and stress.

Oh no! I've just poured water all over your floor!

Stay tuned for some before and after photos of the new flat when we are all unpacked and tidy!

Eco-buttons and Avoidance Tactics

I’m pretty sure that when the electrician who is testing the church circuits got up this morning, he didn’t think ‘today I am going to ruin the office administrator’s day’. Well he did. Well done to him.

I’m pretty sure he also didn’t realise that the office administrator is in a highly fragile and stressed state and being (very) patronising about her eco-buttons would make her want to pick up the said eco button and throw it at him, along with the computer it’s attached to. Hard.
However, because the office administrator is too polite to say what she actually thinks instead she will just burst into tears and have to go and find her husband for a hug.

Apparently, the stand-by eco buttons I bought caused our computers to black-out this morning making us lose our work. How convenient that it is the stand-by buttons, which incidentally have never caused this to happen before, and not the electricians which have been tripping the switches for three days. Anyway, I’m going to stop ranting because I have already done that here.

I’m really stressed about moving. I don’t really know why – it shouldn’t be a big deal. We’re only eight days away from taking over the new flat and I haven’t really prepared at all. I just keep using avoidance tactics…like going for a walk in the woods instead of packing. We don’t have a lot of room to pack things up and leave it and so I need to pressure of actually moving imminently to motivate me to work.

Anyway…enough of the ranting and complaining already! Enjoy some photos from our walk last night. Imagine the woodlands around you, alive with bird song and the smell of damp earth and new spring growth swirling around you. Forget you’re at work and you’re having a bad day…and relax.