The Big Move - Boxes

Bitch got everything in the divorce.

I realize that it is annoyingly melodramatic and ultimately idiotically attention seeking to post such things as "new year, new start" on Facebook, claiming that one particular action on one day, such as dying ones hair will somehow change your whole life for the better. Yet by the end of this week, it really will be a new start for me. When I wake up in the morning, instead of walking out of my door and turning right, I'll be turning left on my way to breakfast. If that hasn't got political undertones, I don't know what does. But I'll still be eating Ready Brek. Life won't change that much...

The loft before it got turned into the
Star Trek: Unity "cruciform" set again.

Over the weekend, my parents and I finally packaged my beloved room into about fifteen modest cardboard boxes. With the amount of DVDs, books and trinkets that I have acquired since moving here when I was two years of age, I'm stunned it wasn't more. Nevertheless I'm now living in one small civilised corner of my bare bedroom with this laptop and a lamp, though being surrounded with cardboard, its like I have a little snug fortress. Thats fun.

What was a very lengthy task, however, was carting large, heavy and numerous boxes down through a small hatch from the loft. There were so many boxes. All shapes and sizes. Heights and weights. Varying materials and packaging... I'm trying to make boxes sound interesting, but essentially, it was only slightly better than working in a box factory for a day. We got quite a good system going, though, with me passing a box at a time down the ladder to my Dad's strong, ready arms before my Mum would situate and repackage in the dining room. Efficient and actually quite interesting, discovering some of my old toys, various magazines from yesteryear and a guitar I didn't know existed.

Two days to go, then. Not even nervous: too busy filming, packing and living!