So I set my blog up about a year ago now, just after I’d turned 45 which means, yes, I’m coming up for 46. Ouch! Where did those years go? I also happen to be knee deep in boxes, crates, bubble wrap and packing tape as, 6 years on from moving in to the beautiful modern open plan flat I’ve loved living in and happily called home, I’m about to move out (because it never was MY home). As a family, we’ve never been ones for moving around. My Mum and Dad still live in their very first married home, where my sister was born and which is only a few streets away from the house where my Mum was born. I am the intrepid traveller of the family!
On the actual day of my 40th, I had my mum and dad to visit and we triumphantly managed to get my sofa in through the Juliet windows over the first floor balcony.
I’d bought myself a HUGE and I mean HUGE sofa without measuring it. I tried for weeks to get it up the stairs but it just wasn’t happening! Luckily, on the morning of my 40th, I woke up and looked through the windows and saw a neighbor was moving out and had hired a professional firm, with…….wait for it! Yes, a fabulous moving travellator type thingy me bobby! No idea what they are actually called but you get the gist. It was clearly meant to be! I dashed around and begged for them to come over to mine and help me and Dad get my sofa into my flat. And it’s had pride of place ever since. And I’m having cold sweats thinking about how I’m going to get the bastard back out again! LOL.
I’ve looked up travellator thingy me bobbies on google and can’t find any!
It wasn’t my choice to move. My landlady, after several false start threats over the years, really has decided to sell this time.
So initially it felt like a chore rather than an exciting new adventure. Unlike when I moved here all those years ago which was all about the newly single 40-year-old Cat going on an AWFULLY big adventure! Her biggest ever!
Single, moving out of London and setting up her own business. So many pivotal and life changing decisions all made at once. Hell why not; if you’re gonna do it, right?
I’m back in a relationship again now, with one failed business behind me and still no closer to being able to purchase my own home. Close assessment of the current boxes being packed and taped will confirm that I still mostly do own shoes, handbags and clothes but sadly, a few less than when I moved in, on account of eBaying so many of them last year when I fell on hard times. The box on the right of me only has silk and long length dresses in it! I have 5 of those big wardrobe boxes already packed up and two enormous suitcases too just with my clothes.
For sure, I’ve had a roller coaster 6 years and it’s not quite been the life changing experience that I had hoped for.
I’ll soon be 46, never married, no children (don't have a cat either but Franco is hankering after one when we move), don’t own my home and last time I looked I didn’t have any savings in the bank either. I have however grown in immeasurable ways and I genuinely feel, as I did those hopeful 6 years ago, that I am once again on the cusp of something magical.
Something bigger, brighter, more bountiful and beautiful!
So I have decided to whole heartedly embrace the move and I’m currently excitedly pulling together vision boards filled with wonderful furniture, lighting and accessories! That’s going to give me a whole new strand to blog about as I venture into the world of interior decoration! How about these for starters #homegoals