Moving day

Not yet but almost - tomorrow morning is the big day, when my belongings vanish from my sight for the next few weeks. I'll be glad to see the back of them, although I'm still doubtful as to whether everything will fit in the car (fingers crossed), so it's possible some items may remain stranded with me. Time was, when I first came down here, that I couldn't wait to bring some familiar items with me, and from there to start building a nest, picking and pecking a lamp here and a fixture there. It was comforting at first, but now it's more clutter than I can easily process in a single sitting.

However much I might rally against such accumulation now, though, I'm still preparing to begin the process all over again, on an even grander scale this time. A kitchen here, a bedroom there - throw in a new shower room for good measure. What I have in mind represents an expenditure the likes of which I've not experienced since I first bought my flat. I've gotten used to living a somewhat frugal existence over the last few years, and I've largely decided it's a good life. Still, my environment remains my weakness - and my inability to compromise on it will soon cost me dear (literally to begin with - figuratively in the future I'm sure). I can deal with it for the moment, though - I'm too used to rented accommodation, and temporary nature of it, so I can still mentally label these future possessions as belonging to my flat rather than to myself personally. It's an artificial distinction, but one which will at least enable me to ponder the next few months without.

Mornings not far off - it's an early start for me. Boxes to shift, lives to move...