Happy Easter everyone!
My family has never really celebrated Easter per se, but we always had Easter eggs and roast lamb for dinner. This year, Easter has been a bit of an afterthought. The reason is I’ve been too busy trying to box up the entire contents of my dad’s old house in preparation for my first ever home.
Yes, after years of dreaming about it, my partner and I have finally found a place of our own. From the moment we walked through the door we were sold and I am super excited about moving in. Truth be told, I’ve gone a bit mad, ordering a tonne of new things – curtains, blinds, carpets, sofa… My bank balance is probably never going to recover especially now I have to pay bills and rent.
Over the years I’ve moved house a few times, but I’ve never had to organise anything before. Mum and dad always took care of hiring the removal men, calling up energy companies to transfer address and take meter readings. This is the first time I’ve had to do all that on my own and let me tell you it’s scary. I keep dissolving into panic attacks wondering if we will be able to get power set up in time for the move and how I’m going to survive without internet for goodness knows how long. First world problems, I know.
One of the biggest challenges moving has presented so far is how to fit all my stuff into the new flat. Not only do I have all my worldly possessions, my partner has his and I have all my parents’ belongings. I’m moving from a two-double-bedroom, relatively roomy bungalow to a modern flat with an admittedly huge lounge but a tiny everything else. We can only just fit a double bed in the master bedroom and our second room will fit a single at a push. There is no storage except for one cupboard and I have a lot of stuff.
I’ve tried to be good, throwing out as much as I can, but things like old photographs and medals my parents won are too precious to part with. Trying to work out how I am going to squeeze it all into the flat is giving me nightmares. How do people downsize?
I know I’m moaning and I don’t mean to sound negative. We both really like the flat and can’t wait to move in. It’s the actual moving bit that sucks. Does anyone else feel like this when moving house or am I just being precious? Deep down I know that once we’ve moved in and unpacked all this stress and frantic cramming of things into boxes will all be worth it. In the meantime, I’ll just have to binge on chocolate to get through. Well, it is Easter after all. Those chocolate eggs are not going to eat themselves.