Somewhere in my mind I decided that it would be a good idea to pack up and move house within only four/five days. I viewed my new house on Saturday morning, and was all moved in by Wednesday evening.
It wasn’t a small move, there was a whole large van full of belongings (including a sofa and king sized bed), plus a car full of stuff to move. I was very grateful to all my friends who came to help me achieve my insane plan; whether it be moving boxes, driving the van or taking off the front door to my house so as to get the sofa in.
Now I’m all moved in, and my living room is actually livable in, plus my kitchen is all unpacked! I’m still dodging bags of clothes whenever I get into bed, but I can live with this for now.
So why did I decide to move so quickly? Well there are a few factors that contributed to this.
1) I had nothing else to do.
2) If I moved now then I could get myself sorted before starting my new job.
3) We had found a house that was perfect for us, so why should we wait to live there?
4) My boyfriend and I needed our own space – which has been really lovely over the past couple of days.
It has been a successful move, and everything seems to be falling into place. However I’m still expecting something to blow up in my face – just because I think karma is after my ass…