Moving house is a process that takes rather a long time. In the space of a month, we've received notice about vacating, and through the process of finding somewhere to live, we've been living in a house that's gradually filled up with boxes. We signed a lease on the new place last week, gave notice to the old property manager the same day and got started on scheduling the piano mover, general removalist, and figuring out a strategy to get the whole thing done quickly and without running up against avoidable hitches.
Today we took the first step of relocating. All the books are off the shelves, and I discovered that we have around a ton of books (literally: upwards of 100 boxes, each one weighing around 10kg). Two large van loads of boxes has given the old place a feeling of spaciousness it hasn't had since around the time we moved in. The new place is now slowly filling up with boxes. I've just packed half the kitchen in anticipation of taking it across in the morning.
Tomorrow will be a lighter day, partly because of work in the morning and a general feeling that enough has been achieved already. Rather than the three big loads (two in a hired van, one in the car) we carried today, it might be two at most. A good deal of the day might well be spent packing up little bits and pieces. In any event, that will be the end of the first chunk.
We will be fully resident in the new house sometime during next week, depending on how we go with the removalists, connecting up utilities, and all the other small-but-vital things that go into winding down one house and fully engaging the new one.
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