Currently waiting to move house. And it is infuriating. Have sold the house I've lived in for fifteen years, and will be moving down by the coast. It's just that the couple who've brought the current house are taking their sweet time deciding a moving date. Still faffing around with this 'n' that. Now, I know there is a lot of paper work to be done, but I want to see the new place. All I've seen so far are photos, and I want to see the house in the flesh. Set eyes on the annex that I'll be occupying and scope out the area.
At the same time, I'll be sad to leave. Lived here for ages, and have grown to love it. But it's a big house. Too big for one person. Plus it can be spooky at night, when I'm in bed and something creaks. Tends to send my imagination into overdrive.
Right now, I'm just trying to get as much done as I can. Got rid of loads of junk down the tip, and thrown away that that can't be recycled. Boxed up all my books, dvds, and other bits and bobs I happen to have.
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Jar of Dirt
No FicciónLife, being an "adult" (whatever that entails), and everything inbetween. Journal of sorts.
