No way back again (5-/-0/2008)
Now that the council tenant is about to be evicted (it only took 9 months!), the moving process has now begun. Packing up an entire flat's worth of stuff (and, because it's me, there's a lot of stuff), labelling the boxes, packing the van, and then unloading it again at t'other end.
This will be the 17th time that I've moved houses over the course of my life, and I know that there's plenty more moves ahead of me. Hopefully, one day I'll just be able to co-ordinate it, and not have to do anything myself.
I'll miss living in Central London. It's really convenient for getting around (I can get out of bed at 8, be at my desk by 8:45), and it allows me the freedom to do what I want outside of work hours (no last train home!). On the down side, living too centrally is really expensive and, at all hours of the day and night, loud. I'm looking forward to deeper sleep (on a bigger bed) and less noise. But I'll really miss being so close to everything.
