Pack up..

"Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag.."

This week everything became real. I reached the point of no return! Contracts got signed, pictures came off the wall and life (as I know it) got packed into little boxes and sealed with tape.

This little pad which has been my haven for the last 2-ish years will be no longer. I'm amazed i've crammed so much stuff into it during that time. One of my friends is nicknamed the Goldfish, due to her ability to expand to fit the available space, and I think I probably deserve the same title.

Observe:

The day of reckoning came on Saturday when little Florence (the Fiat) had to channel her inner van and cart as much stuff as she could carry across the Berkshire boundary and into Sunny Surrey.

Florence pretending to be a big car:

The journey there was fine, and a great opportunity for me to listen to an album my friend passed along to me (Billie Jo and Norah Jones - For everly). I dropped everything off, and for one of the last times I was able to retreat back to Reading under the watchful eye of a vivid pink sunset.

Now that the moving process is underway, interestingly I feel a lot calmer. It is certainly true for me, that the anticipation of something tends to be far worse than pulling up the big girl pants and just getting on with it.

So yeah! The move is on, only a week snowboarding in France separates me from the big smoke...

London (technically Surrey) - i'll see you on the other side..