You begin the first day and after a few van loads (the furniture was to come later), you think the place is starting to look pretty good. You hang a few paintings,
wander through the house working out where things will go,
then make the bed ready for the scheduled power to come on.
You make a phone call to the company double checking yourself, and wait in hope until the light slowly goes and leaves you in a cold dark house. The electricity doesnt come on til the next day
so you have to go back to the old place
and find spare blankets and mattresses.
You have no idea that the things piling up at the front door are going to stay there for two weeks because you realise you dont know where to put them even if you get time, which you dont.
You finally stand back and look at the kitchen splashback
and know instantly (now) its not one of your colours.
Despite being almost an identical size to the one you just left,
the hallway cupboard doesnt fit your linen in and youre going to have to declutter some stuff you love becasue the last one was full to the brim.
Others have a chance to unwind and fall asleep when they havent yet done anything to help for that day.
(and you wonder why I call him the couch potato)
Getting to day seven, the halfway point, and thinking that you have
enough furniture at the new place already, when the real big stuff hasnt come yet.
Standing in the bedroom in a rare quiet moment not wanting or having the chance to find fresh clothes for the next day
when someone who has been asleep half the afternoon comes in asking for his.
Having to still sew into the night
to keep things moving in real life, the one you cant remember.
Creating a sanctuary knowing chaos awaits you beyond the door and youre going to have to face it.
Wanting to put things away when there is no furniture.
Our removalists came three hours late after id waited by myself at the house where there was nothing to do, when there was so much to do at the new one. Oh, I rang twice to make sure they were coming and then left for home and got a phone call once in the shower from a guy wondering where I was!
I rescheduled for the next day as we had no time to find or book another removalist only to get two useless guys who had been on the job for three weeks, guy no. 1, and three days, guy no. 2.
They took 6 hours to do two loads of large furniture. No boxes, just easy stuff.
I had to call one of my boys and all four of us had to lift the piano.
There is more of the bad but I feel like this is getting stale and boring as its old news now. Were in!
and our days have returned to a kind of normal. I even baked
my first batch of scones at the new place last night!
They were the food processor recipe but its still a good one.
Shall I share it with you?