Let’s try this app thing on the phone…
There was a point when I was sitting on the kerb homeless, surrounded by all my worldly goods while another family moved into my home behind me. Thankfully, I was only waiting for the van to come back for the final load.
Even so, it felt weird.
It felt weird for quite some time, as I know my new home well… It has been younger son’s place for the past five years… and really didn’t feel like mine.
Nevertheless, mine it now was, complete with the mountain of boxes, bags and chattels.
It had been touch and go for a while… We were moving at nine on Saturday morning. The cavalry didn’t manage to arrive until half eight Friday night to help me clear the loft, a terrible place full of the stored junk of fifteen years and the eleven people who have called the place home at some point.
I wanted one suitcase. The rest, almost all of it, ended up on the drive, ready for the recycling guys next day.
I’d been recycling for two days, trying to give away the furniture, clothes and books that couldn’t come with me… and with any luck at all, what was left from a four bedroom house would squeeze into a one bedroom flat.
Though the books seemed to take up the whole cloakroom, floor to ceiling…
The cavalry arrived too late to bring the requested dinner…and couldn’t get the sideboard or my homemade computer desk out.. my long-ago ex having, for some reason, screwed and glued them to the wall …and taken all my tools as well as his own.
Another night on the sofa was far from appealing… Not that I spent much of the night on it, as I was still packing the kitchen and cleaning… then back up at five to finish.
The furniture was downstairs, cooker and washer disconnected, all done. At five to nine, I was finished. And I got the blasted sideboard out. The desk thing collapsed though. Seeing how it had been made, I’m only surprised it had survived for so long…
It had been a hell if a week and with no help till the loft…my son works full time, needed dental surgery…and of course, was also moving.
I’d grumbled and worried…but got it done anyway…even though, by the time the van arrived, I ached in every pore.
Which is pretty good really… because necessity had kicked my backside into realising what I can do, instead of being afraid of what I can’t.
Still, I was glad to see Hollie’s other grandma and her family…they were all of them just wonderful, and doing what close families do best, they worked together to get both me and my son’s little family moved, while a third family moved into my place.
Then they made lunch and fed the lot of us.
As soon as my boxes were stacked and I was fed, it was down to Nick’s to do the needful…which didn’t leave me much of the day…
Just time to clean and organise the bathroom…and make a bed. And watch the kites and the little birds who hopped right to the door to look in. And watch the western sky turn pink and gold. Then watch the mistwraiths dance in the fields…
We were all shattered, but Alex, my younger son, still bobbed down to see if I was okay.
We stood in the garden, listening to the owls, watching a hedgehog and all the while the bats skimmed around us and a wide, dark sky sent a billion stars wheeling.
More than okay…
And next morning, I woke to a golden dawn.