The Big Move - Zero Hour

So anyway, last Friday 21st October 2011 at 12:30pm, my parents and I departed 20 Morpeth Avenue for the final time, leaving behind a building devoid of any contents save an internet wire and some substandard light bulbs.

The men from the removal company came in their massive truck half an hour earlier than expected, casually carrying away heavy boxes of books, VHS tapes and hats at 8am, like they were some sort of ultra-manly forklifts, before I'd even had the chance to clean my teeth using the toothbrush that was no longer unpacked. Nevertheless, considering the amount of stuff we have gathered in our extended stay at Morpeth Avenue, the lads did a great, efficient and professional job, yet not without some humour, clearing the property of Sutton chaft within just three hours. Really must compliment the guys at M A C Removals.

The awkward moment you realize how
 many plant pots my Dad had on the patio.

There was little time for sentiment, sofas and beds merciless ripped away, though our older neighbours Anne & Terry did pop by, which was quite emotional for us all - they have been fantastic people to live next to. I recorded a short video diary and said "Goodbye" to my bedroom of eighteen years before jumping in the car and becoming literally homeless for half an hour, waiting for the legal papers to be pushed and the keys to our new house, named COSMOS by us, reflecting a type of flower my parents like and my love of science fiction!

Yet before the day was out, I was sitting comfortably behind the desk I write to you from now, DVDs and books lining the shelves, and completely at ease in our new home, awaiting some well-deserved bread. It was all very quick.

The empty house.

And though I've had a stressful few days at university working on projects and attending lectures consisting of slideshows being read out loud, I've barely spared a thought for our old house. Perhaps my efforts at wrapping up all my affairs at Morpeth Avenue weeks ago have allowed me to neatly move on, or perhaps six days simply isn't enough for the change to sink in. MAYBE, as I've been thinking a lot, I feel like I'm just on holiday in some modest château in France and in a week or so I'll become restless for the compost heap at the bottom of our old garden, and the airing cupboard that took up the side of my old bedroom.

Unpacked and set up in my new
bedroom, ready for the future.

Having said all that, I really like it here. The stacks of boxes yet to unpack, and the papers strewn across the floor aside, this is an excellent home for us with lots of space, the same area of Totton and plenty of quirks. So far, I have given the tour to Lewis Smith, Steph Parsons, Becky Carter, Liam Garrahan and Annie Bailey - they all really like it here, complimenting the bigger, wider garden especially. I think they have parties in mind...

Also, I have a blind in my room as well as curtains. That is so cool.  

This is so cool.