Most of my time outside of work at the moment is filled with sorting things out for moving house. Most close friends will testify to this as they’re probably now sick of hearing “no not in yet, need to sort a, b, c & d” first.
Moving house is a pain in the bum. Through the changing circumstances of friends and others around me I’ve had to move house during the last two summers. I always forget how much stuff I have, I forget how long it takes to pack, I forget how much cleaning, sorting and nesting needs to be done before a new house becomes home. And that’s *after* you find somewhere to move to.
Now more than ever it feels like there’s not enough hours in the day. There’s so much good stuff on like the Carlsberg Comedy Carnival and the Festival of World Cultures. I have a stack of blog posts, articles and books I’m egging to read and now that the world cup is over good movies are hitting the cinemas once more. I haven’t had a chance to get to grips with the new version of WordPress yet or written about useful geeky things I’ve come across at work. I haven’t had a chance to get a haircut!
Hopefully in about 2 weeks time this will change. Living in town is going to give me back on average 2 hours per day. That’s a gain of 14 hours a week.
I’m determined to make good use of this gain. It’s probably going to be a challenge given I could easily spend one of those extra hours a day in bed in the morning by delaying the alarm clock!
It’s going to be an interesting and hopefully fruitful challenge.
BRB.
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Reading that made me feel much better in a strange way. I’ve a mound of books to read and so many other things on the ‘long finger’ that it is about to break – from buying new shoes to visiting the family! Moving closer to work isn’t an option so I think I’m going to have to start getting up earlier in order to claw back my tour hours!
Tell me about it. Just moved into a new house this week. How do we amass so much STUFF? I thought it’d be easier on this end but it’s as much of a slog. Can’t get half the boxes up the attic at this end. One room has become a boxroom in a completely different way than usual.
I can imagine how hard it is to move. I found it hard moving to and from college every year, and I had a small room there and most of my stuff was still at home. I’m hoping to have my own house next year, and moving everythings going to be impossible.
Good luck with it all.