I love to move house, but I hate the process. Even though on the actual day of moving I usually go to work and let others better qualified than me do all the huffing and puffing, there is still the lead up to it with endless packing-up-of-stuff and then the aftermath with the endless unpacking-up-of-stuff. But the joy of living in a new place takes some time to wear off, and this flat is REALLY new, having never been lived in before. I was in conversation with a friend yesterday who said he had lived in the same house for 18 years. That would be SO boring for me. I think Neil and I have lived in 7 different residences in 12 years, and that doesn't count the motorhome/campsite year. I expect we will get everything to our liking here then start getting twitchy again.
Anyway, we finally got to completion on Monday, and now we can relax....in between bouts of shelf up-putting, of course.
