A hurried update

A brief intersection on the highway of life:


The preparations for my ventures into the world have given me the chance to experience some interesting emotions.
I have moved home a few times and it is grief – something always goes wrong and it always takes longer than one plans (or intends). However; this time is different. I am packing up to move nowhere – but to go... lots of places. It is quite weird to pack one’s material life, so far, into boxes whilst harbouring the thought of “I wonder when I’ll see this again?” at the same time as knowing why it is being done – because I chose to.


I have to confess to the odd wave of panic - along the lines of “Shit, am I going to get this done in time?” and “Bloody hell, how have I managed to acquire so much crap?” This usually passes fairly quickly as I get on with packing another box or ruthlessly converting the pile of “stuff” (emptied out of a draw) into rubbish, if nothing else it has made me appreciate the refuse collection service my local council provides.


I have had in mind for a while – since I moved into my present flat – the idea that I would like to be able to fit all my possessions into a Luton van. Then I would be able to move anywhere in one hit. This I should be able to achieve now, so I adopted a new challenge of packing everything I need into one rucksack. [Yes I know, that should read; everything I think I need!]
I have to say though, the whole prospect is certainly more exciting than frightening and I am looking forward to getting started.
Yes, there will be things I miss: being able to wander about my flat in a pair of underpants drinking a mug of coffee, just going to bed when I’m tired and leaving whatever mess there might be behind [it was always still there in the morning], making a bacon sandwich at 3am because I’m hungry, these are simple pleasures one can take for granted if the circumstances allow.


Of course there will be people I will miss – but then I intend to stay in touch with most of them. In fact being thousands of miles away will probably induce me to make more of an effort than if one was “just up the road”, it doesn’t mean that people get forgotten though.

In hindsight perhaps I should flag any of these entries as: “Silly Emotional Bit” or present them in a different font or use a pretty pink font colour. Probably the best thing to do would be to not post them at all. I will think on this...


This part should definitely be in pretty pink font.


Having moved out of my flat I am now living in one room at my Mother’s house. This has certainly taught me some lessons for my forthcoming journey:

1. How to get used to not having one’s own space
2. How to compress one’s living environment into a very small space
3. How to not be able to find anything because it is packed away somewhere


The last should not be too much of a problem as I will only have to upend my rucksack & shake it.


Another thing which hit me far harder than I would have thought was not having constant & instant access to the Internet! Yes, it might sound strange but this gave me a feeling of being cut off from the rest of the world. Isn’t it frightening how we can come to expect technology to be there?
Having said that; I am taking advantage of access to the Interweb (terminology courtesy of Marcus Brigstocke) to hastily post this and bring things “up-to-date”ish.
Things seem to be happening rather quickly now – as I knew they would – because all the last minute things are beginning to fall into place. Using the tautology of jigsaws & Rolf Harris - I still can’t see what it is yet!


So, to all you avid readers, or members of “help” groups, I promise to put some slightly more structured drivel in my next post. Honestly! And that includes the apology to Bruce (see I told you I would do it Big Nose – or purveyor of dairy produce)! Bugger this I’m off to stoning.


More later...