So, I’m staring at the calendar and it is telling me we have
days until moving day. NineTeen. I can hardly believe it, both in the sense of what took so long?? and oh.my.god. there’s only 19 days left to do ten thousand things Both thoughts are bouncing in my brain.
I will say, we’ve accomplished a lot, the kids and I. We’ve sorted through all the games in playroom and marked out what goes to London and what goes to storage, and what straight up goes to donation. We’ve whittled down the same with regards to books and stuffed animals and dvds. I’ve tried to think of every possible thing we might need more of, like my favorite cleanser, or make-up, or shirts and shoes. You’d think we were moving to a third world country by the way I’m stocking up, instead of moving to central London.
I can’t help it. When I get nervous/panicked/anxious I shop, online, compulsively. I’m extremely good at finding bargains though, so at least there’s that silver lining. (I did, admittedly, enjoy telling the Husband I went to Lowes the other day. I could practically hear him canceling my debit card from 4,700 miles away.)
It keeps me from worrying about getting our visas on time (fingerprinting isn’t even until Monday, and it’ll take 5 days to get the actual visa. That’s cutting it very, very close in my eyes for a June 21st departure.) Either way there are 5 tickets for flights on June 21st (including the pups) so lets hope all of us are on them.
If not, maybe our tenants won’t mind if I spend a few days living in the house with them. You think?
I’ve also been compulsively studying the pictures the Husband took this week at the flat. Bless him, he even took photos of all the kitchen cupboards (above and beyond, as I only asked that he count the cupboards that weren’t hiding things like a dishwasher, trash, fridge or washing machine). This has been excellent. Now I have already planned where each item should go (dishes above the sink/dishwasher, baking dishes below the wall oven). Whether they actually end up there with movers all about and unpacking everything who knows. But at least I have a plan and list, and that is very calming indeed. (Sometimes I feel like my life is one giant series of post-it notes, because I can’t live without them everywhere, all over, in excess.)
Oh yes, our flat. It’s topnotch excellent. I’m loving the modern look of the kitchen with the glass walls with sliding doors to separate it from the dining/living rooms.
It’s all rather sleek, and I like that (even though I’d have to say at heart I’m secretly obsessed with French Country style, no idea why).
How long it will stay glossy white, I am not sure, but the type of cabinets they are (very European), they will at least be very washable. Which is a bonus with a dog who has a talent for getting nose-prints on everything.
The rest of the main space is very large and airy, I’m not sure if it’s actually too big or not, we’ll have to see how much we try to fit into these two plus rooms.
The furniture will be removed before we move in, as we plan to bring our own things.
There’s even a teeny tiny terrace for the pups to breathe in some fresh air.
The trees you see in this picture? Yeah, that’d be Hyde Park. And in Hyde Park is Kensington Palace. So, technically, we are neighbors of the royal family….
so to speak anyway.
The great purge and sticker sticking has begun around the house too. Everything like furniture or other large items have to be labeled with a sticker that says Air, Sea, or Storage. It is not as easy as you think to make all this:
Fit into the flat above. I do wonder if what we are sticking to storage, minus some furniture pieces, are things we even really need. Maybe like after all our moves, there will be a second purge, a blood-letting, a what-have-you.
Either way, it’s time to get back at it, slogging through art supplies, dishes, junk drawers, and a plethora of nearly empty shampoo bottles. What are you up to this Wednesday?