Movelicious

Well, the time has come - in a couple more weeks I will be bundling the contents of my spunky art deco solo lady and cat apartment into a van and sending it heaving down the hill into the big bad city. I have now told the story of moving at so many social gatherings it feels like a well worn fable from times of old. The story of the commute. The story of all the people n things I'll miss from this town. The story of how it might not be for ever but at least I'll have more time to sleep and have a social life. I've told it all so often the gold edging is wearing off and it's starting to look shabby. Arright already, just let me move so I don't have to talk about it anmore!
This weekend I solemly declared my intention to start packing boxes. I went out for dinner, went to a friends place for lunch, did my shopping, cleaned the bathroom, polished the stovetop, had various phone calls, watched a dvd - and many other scintillating domestic and social things...and then finally, Sunday night - packed a box! Yah. Two in fact. One with crockery and tablecloths, one with art gear. Mmm the essentials. Yes, so as ypou can imagine, that's really knocked a sizeable dent in the to do list. Erm....or not.
Next weekend, many more boxes will be packed for sure. After all, I've broken the ice now...