In the run up to my actual moving date, I’ve had a hell of a time trying to get things sorted. Honestly, who thought such a simple thing as moving all of your worldly belongings from one space to another could be this stressful!
The day after the Bank Holiday weekend, I was straight on the phone to sort out my tenants insurance which thankfully went through without a hitch. It was then a case of emailing to documents over to my real estate agent to prove that I had taken out some pointless (but apparently necessary) insurance on my new home.
The next job was to actually buy all the little stuff that a person’s first home really needs. You know, the important stuff like a toilet brush, loo rolls, that kind of thing….. I have to admit that I took for granted how well stocked my old home was with crockery, glasses, cutlery and the like. Let’s not forget the essential things like a microwave cooker, toaster and kettle either….
Armed with a list as long as my actual arm, I pushed a trolley around the local grocery store on the hunt for the kinds of items I’d need to set up my new home. In terms of kitchen appliances, I had but one stipulation when it came to choosing what I wanted: it just HAD to match the colour of my beloved coffee machine.
Have you any idea how hard it is to find all of your kitchen appliances in that glorious deep red colour of my beloved DeLonghi coffee machine?
Well, it wasn’t actually that hard really, I found most of it pretty quickly! Thank God I hadn’t chosen Cerulean Blue when I bought the coffee maker last year. Now that would have been an issue as far as colour coordination goes….
Having got the bigger items sorted, I sauntered around the store picking the more menial items up such as waste paper bins, sink drainers, cutlery trays etc. I’d naively believed that a couple of pounds here and there wouldn’t add up to all that much when I finally got to the checkout but I nearly had a coronary when the final total came up.
How can that much plastic cost so much?!
I’d also underestimated how many trips it would take me to ferry all of the stuff from the back of the car and into my soon to be vacated accommodation. I had bought so much stuff that I’d managed to fill two fair-sized rooms with all of my ‘essential’ items and had rather incurred the wrath of my poor mother as she repeatedly tripped, stubbed her toe, or swore as she found her path blocked by my new belongings. I gave her the puppy-dog eyes but found they only worked for a day or two before she began forcefully moving certain objects with her feet as she struggled to get past them. I won’t even go into the fact that she caught me stealing tinned goods from the cupboards (damn my mother and her cat-like grace!)
When you’re packing your belongings up it always pays to have a number of empty boxes on hand in which to put stuff in. I returned to begging, stealing, and borrowing cardboard carriers from every poor person who had the misfortune to come across me in the week leading up to my actual move. Joining the piles of newly-bought items were now stacks of boxes full of the vital things I’d need in order to survive in my new home. You know, things like DVDs, books etc. – the vital things in life.
The process of packing stuff up had to be squeezed in here and there around my hectic work schedule and this usually meant a quick hour in the morning or the evening whereby I pared all my belongings down to just the things that I’d need in the last few days running up to my move. Stuff like my smart phone charger (because that battery NEVER lasts for more than 24 hours without dying on me), my iPad charger (because I’d simply die if my tablet ever ran out of juice!), and clean undies (you never know when you might get hit by a bus)
Packing my clothes up was the most laborious element of the whole week; who knew that I had that many clothes?! I did give a fair amount of clothes to the local goodwill but still had two large holdalls-worth of threads to take with me.
And that was it. All packed up and ready to go……or so I thought.