packing

Packing is no fun.... I am not disciplined enough to throw things away so the charity shop bag isn't very big... the bag destined for my daughter is slightly better but the boxes of ''stuff'' are towering around the house!  its cardboard city!

We have done well though - most things have found a box to live in temporarily - I wish I could - and the house is looking very stark... momentarily Dr Fred commented how refreshing it looked but caught my eye... and hastily agreed he liked it better with stuff in!

All the curtains are down and we have almost repainted all the walls back to the original cream they were when we moved in and it looks clean and bright ( and very stark and boring), but without all our decor a tad cold and unwelcoming and it no longer feels like home.  I suppose this is a good thing as that is what it needs to feel like so I'm ready to move on without too much regret.

We are starting that week of last things, saying goodbye to some people and places who and where we wont see so often, it brings home the decision we have made and confirms that while I am sad to be moving on I am also excited and looking forward to setting up a new home in a new uncharted space.

We have a few days respite exploring the wilds of Scotland whilst treating a castle as our gaff and then back to reality and the next chapter of our lives, more chaos as we rehome our precious belongings and start the mammoth task of unpacking aaaggghhhhh ......