We moved house today.
It’s the eve of Midsummer. All the daylight is helping me get plenty of work done on the house, but once again it’s pretty much all I’ve done.
It feels like all I’ve done this week is painting and decorating our new house, but there’s been a bit more than that. We’re still living in the flat for another couple of weeks, so at least it doesn’t matter that it’s still a mess.
- Two headboards for a small child’s bed
- A wooden table in two parts, both too large to fit through the access hatch
- A bag of cat litter, opened but mostly full
- A pet crate suitable for air travel, large enough for a medium dog or an ocelot or a lynx
- Several old curtains, never in style at any point since the house was built
- A bolt of heavy brown cotton cloth
- A single plastic place mat
- A box containing a hoarded collection of plastic bags
- A 1 Real coin from Brazil, worth about 14p
- The cardboard box in which an MFI kitchen unit was shipped
- An IKEA desk top
- Three legs for the desk top
- A square wooden frame of unknown purpose, also too large for the access hatch
- A double futon mattress
- A canvas-covered shelving unit
- A roll of carpet, with no dead body inside
As of Friday, we are now homeowners. We still owe the greater part of it to the bank, of course, and taking everything into account I personally actually own about one fifth of a house at the moment, but it’s still a greater level of control over my life and living conditions than I’ve ever had before.