boxes boxes everywhere and all the rooms did shrink…
combine the frustration and exhaustion of moving and you get a tess who doesn't particularly have any fond feelings for 6a 122 road right now.
yesterday, i watched my home being dismantled. it wasn't that tough, because there was a goal in sight.
i was horrified. my kids went from watching television in the playroom, to watching television while sitting on a couch, to watching television sitting on a floor, while surrounded in by ribena and peanut butter sandwiches. for the most part, they were excellently behaved.
charles was in the new flat by noon, and was impressed with the progress we had made. we were impressive. got a lot of work done. moved a lot of boxes. my knees were sore, and actually still are, despite the fact that i was wearing running shoes.
there was little room for sentiment for which i am grateful.
there is little room for anything except boxes, at this point.
the aircon in the main bedroom doesn't work, the fans don't work (yet), there is very little storage in the new place compared to the old, but that is okay. this is a good move. i feel it, i know it.
and when i went to bed last night (after a fine chicken makanwala and naan) i wasn't yearning for the familiar shadows. i was ready for the new stage although desparately wishing that the faeries had come during the night and sorted out all the boxes.
kids are happy.
