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Just Keep On Moving


When I moved down to Yorkshire over four years ago I managed to get everything I needed into the back of my car. My house was unfurnished so I went down to IKEA and bought everything from a sofa to table and chairs to wardrobe, drawers and cutlery. Cut to now and here I am almost finished moving all my acquired goods into the new house and to say that my worldly possession count has increased would be a major understatement.

I’m moving from a one bedroom house to a four bedroom one with my girlfriend. So like Noah’s Ark we’ve got two of everything. Two irons, ironing boards, sets of cutlery, dining table and chairs, microwave ovens and so on. What we don’t have enough of is wardrobe space. Her house had fitted wardrobes so we’re off to buy some more at the weekend and until then everything’s laid out all over the place. So we’re (or more accurately since she’s away in London this week I’m) unpacking stuff that stays at the same time as boxing up (to be given to my brother when he gets a flat) or throwing out all the stuff that we no longer need. It’s a slow process.

In the meantime I can hardly turn around without falling over a box or bag, the garage is full of stuff for sorting rather than the Spartan gym I want it to be and every night that I come home it’s almost exactly like the night before despite the hours of unpacking I’ve been doing. I’m sure I’ll get there eventually but I don’t plan on moving any time in the next ten years – I’ll need time to recover.

Hang on, I’ve just re-read what I’ve written and it sounds like I’m pissed off and having a miserable time. Nothing could be further from the truth. I’m loving it. After all these years I finally own a house of my own! (Strictly speaking it’s my girlfriend’s and mine but you get what I mean). It’s huge compared to what I’m used to, it’s only two years old and it’s fantastic. It’s in a quiet neighbourhood and all the people I’ve met in the area so far seem really nice. So a little bit of pain throwing stuff out and organising where everything that remains goes is a small price to pay for living a much better life. But I’m still not moving for at least ten years!

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  1. Looks good, just need some tacky chintz in the garden now – gnomes fishing, pot hedgehogs, fake wrought iron gates and you’ll be back to normal.

    As for the grass – get loads of chippings and a set of Boules. They are great fun, especially in the dark as we found the other night.


  2. Word of advice – keep unpacking until you bleed. If you give up you’ll end up like us, with boxes of things that we never unpacked from the first time we moved together, nearly five years ago.

    My thought process is that if we’ve done without it for five years then it probably doesn’t need to be unpacked now. *His* thought process is that if we have lived without out it for five years that it should be binned.

    That’s precisely why I would never, ever leave him to do the unpacking while I was away. Half of my stuff would be chucked, I’m sure.

    Congrats – looks like a great place.


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