I’m moving.

It’s time, it’s good and it’s bad.

At this point moving means leaving Fulham and moving back to Ealing.  I need to live by myself and I can just about afford to do that in Ealing but not in Fulham.  Ealing is an ok place to live (I’ve lived there before) and I will be re-united with my kitchen stuff, all my books and my lovely chair, currently all in storage, so like I said good and bad.

But as ever, it’s not quite that simple.  So in two weeks, I’m moving out of here and putting everything in storage.  For three weeks I’m going to stay with either Sarah or my mother, then I’m going on holiday.  When I’m back, I’m going to look for somewhere to live.

Meanwhile, I need to pack what’s here and find someone to help me take the bed apart….time to start then…