Location:
In my new house, somewhat to the west of York, a brisk and not overlong walk from the train station, surrounded by shops, five of which are charity shops which have already supplied me with 3 perfectly-fitting work shirts and some expensive-looking work trousers for the price of a standard paperback book from Borders. (Alas, Borders. *dabs at eyes*).
In the dining room, cables snaking everywhere, one of them to my phone which is siphoning the Internet out of thin air at a surprising lick and squirting it into my laptop (thanks, T-mobile – your web’n'walk is a wonder).
Status:
Weary from shifting possessions and from walking 36 miles in one week, 18 miles carrying rucksacks and dragging suitcases bulging with stuff I’d forgotten I had until I dragged it out from under the bed.
Slightly sick, from eating things I maybe shouldn’t have from the Italian bakery stall at the food fair in the middle of York today. (For example, sugary flaky cream horns, stuffed with Nutella. “Yeah mate, it’s-a One Pounds and Ninety Fives per 100 grams – so *weighs* that’s Eight Hundreds and Twenty Three Pounds Fifty, mate, grazie mille.”
Slightly scared of the amount of books I have to read and move along to the local charity shops before I can see the floor of my new room. (Oh, and my new housemates/landlords have almost exactly the same reading tastes as me, right down to owning the other half of a travelwriting series of books I’d recently started collecting – so I’ve got their books to read too).
Feeling like:
I’m in the right place, at the right time. This is a good place to go home again…and to leave it behind for a while.
Coo.
Image: no, I’m not a pigeon and my new house is much nicer than that. This chap is perched on Monk Bar – a bit out of my price range, but this house has central heating and I know where I’d rather be in Winter. Ta.
Oh, good for you! I love new perches. Unfortunately, due to the sudden acquisition of two new major obligations, I still haven’t got my latest one sorted yet. Hoping to very soon, though. But now, just a few months in, the sorting will take place in the context of what I hope the next perch will be…which is an accelerated pace even for me.
And the goal is more and more becoming less and less. Purge, purge, purge. And, just when I thought I’d gotten down to the bare minimum, I find that I can actually purge some more. So that’s what I’ll be doing in the coming weeks, and it will be very weird because it’s an activity usually done at the end of an old place, not settling into a new one. But there you go, you just never know.
Eee, and I get to visit the new place in two weeks! Feelin’ very excited about that, I don’t mind saying. Need anything from the Colonies?
i told you we should transport more stuff in the car…….