We’ve spent all day today packing. We move in 6 days.
The strangest thing is the refrigerator. We use it as a Rogues Gallery of pictures, mostly of our nieces and nephews, of which we have 12, in an ever changing display. I packed all of those pictures today. Now there is just a blank ‘fridge. Its kinda disconcerting, actually.
There are boxes everywhere, empty bookshelves, blank walls. I have no full length mirror to check my look over the next week. Although I keep glancing at that section of wall, expecting it to be there. All that meets me is wall.
I took my last bath in our current bathtub today. Its a great tub, very deep, I can soak up to my chin, fully covered all the way to my feet. I doubt the new one is as deep.
I told Simon I was feeling a bit sad. He looked at me like I’m nuts, since I have been bitching about this flat for over a year. But this flat has some great memories. A big group of my family eating Chinese in the lounge a few days before my wedding. The same group eating Fish and Chips in the same place a few days later. Simon and I curled up on the sofa watching movies. Good times.
I really can’t wait to move. But we’ve been here for 4 and half years. That’s all of our married life.
Bye flat. See you in the funny papers.
I know what you mean…I miss my very first apartment. It was a 1-bedroom in my hometown, every room had different carpeting, and it had a dinky fridge and no shower, only a tub.
However, it had free cable.
Even though I lived there with Mike, and he left me while I was living there, it was still a great place to live.