Regular readers of this blog will know that we are ‘in the process’ of moving house. It’s a process that seems to have consumed the vast majority of the year so far. Moving house is said to rank as one of the top five most stressful life events, and it’s a situation we will all experience more than once. For some it will be a regular occurrence. For us it’s the first time in over thirty years.
One thing we’ve learnt is that every single task, chore, decision takes twice the time you thought it would. And that includes packing, deciding what is rubbish, clearing it – or should I say deciding how to get rid of it – because actually disposing of it is not always easy. In addition, journeys to/from viewings along the UK’s most congested motorway have been more like sitting in a car park than actually travelling. At each step along the way you feel you’re nearly at the end of a task only to discover you’re not and I’m reminded of the well known quote: ‘I thought I saw the light at the end of the tunnel but it was just some bloke with a torch bringing me more work’.
Finally, today we have exchanged contracts and we move to our new house at the end of the month. The end is in sight. Except it’s not really. The removal company may be packing us up and delivering us to what we will be our home for the next decade, where my wife and I will collapse in an exhausted heap, but then we have to gird our loins and summon the energy to unpack!
A note about the image. This is the famous Dent Clock at St Pancras station London, which has been joined by a black and white replica this summer. Click here for for more information.