|Sainsbury's bags - very good for packing books in. These piles are three boxes deep.|
And then, Sunday. It dawned on me that we move the weekend after next, and that no point in the next three weeks will Dave be at home for a whole day. And so we packed. The flat is beginning to look even more like a cell, though today the sunshine is giving it some cheer. The kitchen is bare of all but essentials, and we are trying to eat everything before we buy more food so that we don't have to take it with us. Our whole life is boxed and bagged, and several binbags of stuff have been thrown out. It feels a bit weird, like we are in-between life now and life as it will be. I worked quite hard to make this place feel cosy, and homely, and it's quite stark now.
Our official move out date is August 19th, the day before my 30th birthday. It's odd to think that as I start my 30s, I will be both making a huge change in life, and going back home.