It feels like we have been packing for weeks. It feels like moving takes forever. Of course, our situation is different to most, because we are moving into a place we have been partially living in, as well as moving Dave into somewhere new for during the week.
Part one of the moving was us moving our stuff home, which we did at the weekend. On Friday morning, after we viewed a (now secured) flat for Dave, He went off to work for a few hours before picking up the van, and I fretted about whether we'd fit everything in or not. At two Dave arrived with the van, and we packed it with the stuff dearest to us. An hour and a half of going up and down close stairs with bags of books and boxes of kitchen stuff, and an ice-lolly break, and we set off for home. We arrived just before six, and by 11pm we had unpacked our bedroom* and kitchen.
|Bedroom from door|
|Bedroom from the bed|
|The only open shelf in our kitchen. HOT BEVERAGES ARE IMPORTANT TO US.|
The next morning, I unpacked everything I could of our living room (we still have several bags of books wait for bookcases to be put up) and fiddled with stuff in the bedroom and kitchen, while Dave hung pictures and unpacked stuff for his room (our spare room, but also Dave's office/music room). By about three, the flat was feeling very much like our home. We visited my SIL and our nephew in the evening and acquired some shelves for our bathroom, so even it looks a little shinier.
|The living room - pictures hung, books unpacked, washing drying.|
|A bathmat, some shelves and a new loo seat do wonders!|
We have big plans for the flat. All the rooms need repainting(the previous owner was fond of hideous wallpaper), there's a hall to finish, the bathroom needs to be re-fitted completely, and the kitchen is tired. It's ours though, and it's home.
Over the next few evenings, we'll move Dave into his in the week flat, and at the moment we are still living in the Dundee flat, which is completely bare and a bit echoey, We leave here on Sunday, and then I have a week and half of work, and then to Paisley I go. It is a long process, and in some ways a painful one - Living apart is not ideal, and leaving my job is not ideal - but the past weekend in OUR flat, with our things about us and our pictures hung, warm and with lots of light, made it very clear how much we will gain from a bit of sacrifice.
*We've been spending lots of weekends at the flat, and we leave it tidy to come back to. This, and the bed already being made, helped the moving in process a lot. If you are moving, make the bed as soon as you can and if you like pictures, set some out. Instant home feeling, and you don't have to faff about with beddings when you are tired.