WE'RE OUT!
Almost nine years of London over. Gonna miss all the peeps and the place, but, time for a change!
Well, this last bit was... fun? Not fun. Not really. Amazing though, the amount of junk that you collect over the years. So much junk. Took almost two full weeks to clear out our house of crap.
Gave a whole lot away to friends and freecycle. What's up with all the freestyle scumbags?! Seems that the less you pay (zero!), the more okay it is to muck around the clown giving the free stuff away, eh (no, I was serious when I said you had to pick it up before the weekend - no, you can't come on Monday after we've cleared the house and are leaving the country, no I won't drop it off to you, yeah, I'm sure you're really really busy, oh, but you still want it? Maybe shouldn't have not turned up the first three times and not bothered calling, maybe?). Sigh.
Nice when a freecycler really appreciates it though - it's a good feeling to help someone truly in need.
Almost nine years of London over. Gonna miss all the peeps and the place, but, time for a change!
Well, this last bit was... fun? Not fun. Not really. Amazing though, the amount of junk that you collect over the years. So much junk. Took almost two full weeks to clear out our house of crap.
Gave a whole lot away to friends and freecycle. What's up with all the freestyle scumbags?! Seems that the less you pay (zero!), the more okay it is to muck around the clown giving the free stuff away, eh (no, I was serious when I said you had to pick it up before the weekend - no, you can't come on Monday after we've cleared the house and are leaving the country, no I won't drop it off to you, yeah, I'm sure you're really really busy, oh, but you still want it? Maybe shouldn't have not turned up the first three times and not bothered calling, maybe?). Sigh.
Nice when a freecycler really appreciates it though - it's a good feeling to help someone truly in need.
That flat moving van flat tire didn't really help. Right in the middle of the old 'last day rushing round like headless chickens' thing. Of course. Gaaahhhh...
It's all stored now. Safely stored. Expensively stored. Damn. Safe from the robbers. Or something. So much for reducing all our junk and only keeping five boxes eh. 290kgs later, and our downsizing obviously wasn't what you would call a rousing success.
Oh well. I'm sure all that stuff will be useful when we unpack it in a year.*
*NOT. Dag nam it. Lot of chaff in those boxes! One AM packing. Donka donk - not really all that good on the brain front at that time of the night...
BUT! The important thing is: we made it! Jobless and houseless, our whole life in storage, with our car winding it's way to Athens for pickup in a couple of weeks, we're now done. Free as a bird. We're in Greece, at Harry's Paradise on Kalymnos island. And boy-o-boy it feels good.
It's all over. And it's all starting again. Cycle of life. Groundhog day, whatever you want to call it. It's hot here, and, hey, it's not raining like London just decided summer should be - we're all beered-up and have finally managed to put our feet down. What a mission the last six months have been.
Sheeeee-eeet.
Mmmmm... boy-o-boy does it ever feel good.
Time for a swim. Anyone wanna join? Actually, Inga's gone for a snooze, I guess I better have another beer....
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