So this is the van, the van is full! The van is very full, it has been packed, unpacked and repacked. The vans adventure started in early January as decisions were made and boxes were packed. Ferrying things to a storage unit or passing on items to friends and families. Everything must go, ourselves included……
We’re out of practise but we’re used to it. Moving! We’ve moved around London countless times, it’s the way things go or used to at least. You move round a lot, rental contracts don’t renew, people in shared houses fall out, jobs change, people go home. There are many reasons for people moving in and out and all about the city.
We haven’t moved in over six years, this is a personal record for us and comes down to getting a tad older and having another person about. We became a family, and as such it becomes difficult to do such things and as your jobs become rooted to certain areas, as do schools. You become less inclined to move, I liked my (landladies) house, I liked my couch, I really liked the area. we’d been in that area for over 10 years and that was also a personal record (proud smile ,arms folded). So when life conspired in a few different ways and our often chatted about relocation to the second largest island in the Mediterranean became something we had to aim for, during a worldwide pandemic and in the aftershocks of a Brexit separation. We shrugged and started making plans, plans that must be liquid. The situation being such that everything was changing daily, sometimes twice daily!
Anyway over the course of this blog, we’ll cover the move (its good for me to do this, you are my therapy!) and our subsequent life on the second largest island in the Med.