Movin' On Up, Movin' On Out....

As you may or may not be able to tell from the title, myself and my family recently moved house. Although we only had to move up the road, it was still stressful. We started moving last Friday and just got finished on Tuesday. In that relatively short amount of time, weight has been gained and my social life has virtually disappeared. I've eaten so many Chinese takeaways I feel as though the takeaway should be paying me commission. 

In one sense, I enjoy moving - new beginnings and all that - but in all the other senses I've decided I bloody hate it. As we didn't hire a moving van or anything, our only option was to feck everything into the car and hope for the best. Cue driving through the village with a kingsize mattress tied around the roof of our green car. The fact the car is green was bad enough without the addition of a mattress tentatively hanging over the edge. I was a bit tempted to lie seductively across it but I decided the villagers didn't need that image burned into their brains.

You really don't know how much shite you own until you move. My new wardrobe is not big enough to accommodate all my clothes so I'm trying to ignore the fact I now have a homemade carpet made of shirts and dresses. My mother tells me I can never buy anymore clothes, ever, but we both know that'll never happen.

By Monday everyone was so sick and tired of moving we were just bunging things in the car and throwing them into the new house. When we finally finished moving everything there was a sigh of relief from all involved, and a brief moment of relaxation - until we looked around at all the boxes and realised the next step was to unpack them. At least we can do that at our own leisure, and I've only almost injured myself about 5 times tripping over things, so I'm not doing too bad really.

Now that we've finished moving I've been able to leave the house for the first time in what seems like forever, and I think I've forgotten how to function socially. I'm walking weird and trying to avoid talking to people as much as I can, lest I accidentally say 'happy birthday' instead of 'thank you' or something. I'm looking forward to a much-needed night out on Saturday.