Today has been a mix of more packing into boxes and moving home ‘admin’.
Packing was confined to speakers and the Cupboard of Doom today. The Cupboard of Doom is my phrase for a cupboard, that I believe everyone has in their house, into which goes anything you can’t find a place for. Our cupboard extends up higher than the door frame and there’s no light inside. This provoked an irrational fear that creepy crawlies were going to fall out and land on my head. Needless to say, a lot of tea drinking happened before I tackled that.
Another spell of tea drinking occurred before the next task. The admin……….
By ‘admin’ I mean the endless phone calls that have to be made to everyone you ever breathed near in order to inform them of your imminent move. I made a very sizable dent in the list I wrote about. My plan to change as much as I could via the Internet worked for a good majority of the companies and organisations but the call centres were unavoidable in the end.
The automated systems that the companies use to organise their calls do one of 2 things. They either work exceptionally well and result in very fast connection and resolution of queries, or, they fail horribly and result in the customer mashing their head against the buttons in a vain attempt to confuse the computer and get to speak to a person. Thankfully I only experienced one of the latter during the course of my day which has pleased me immensely. I also got to speak to some really chirpy people as well so all in all – not as horrific as was expected.
Hooray for the improvements to call canters! may they continue because it’s made my day brighter all round.
The weekend that has just passed was nothing but heavenly.
In preparation of what is bound to be a stressful move, the man and I had a long weekend together so that we would have some nice memories when we are drowning in boxes and trying to work out how to drive the hired van. We basically did, well, not a lot.We refrained from any sort of packing or organising and even moved the boxes to where we couldn’t see them. This enabled us to enjoy some much needed time together that wasn’t related to discussing logistics and finances. We also reminisced on the past 3 years we have spent together with all it’s good, bad and amusing bits. We had a wonderful time.
We did however go to see the new Cohen Brothers film called Burn After Reading. It was as I expected a Cohen Brothers film to be, very good with plenty of twists in plot line, not all unexpected however. If you have seen their other recent effort, No Country for Old Men, and enjoyed it the I would suggest going to see Burn After reading. It will keep you amused for a couple of hours.
I would also like to take this opportunity to encourage cooks who find following a recipe always makes food go wring to just wing it. This weekend I made a superb Victoria sponge cake with jam and butter cream icing in the middle by the ‘winging it’ method. It worked better than any cake I have ever made from a recipe.
But today, he has gone to work, and I am left with the flat which, after a weekend of not lifting a finger, looks like a small child has been destroying. The kitchen has already been tackled and I can see more packing screaming to be done so I really should get back to it.
Until next time
I decided that the best, most effective, way to organise a move to London would be to make lists. So far I have only made one. It is a list of all of the companies who need to be notified of the move for both of us.
I have decided that until you move, you really have no concept of just haw many people in lots of different places actually hold an awful lot of information about you. The list I made includes standard things like electricity company, water board TV license etc. It’s when you get down to the nitty gritty of things that you realise just how much you have subscribed to/signed up for over the months/years of your current occupancy. Websites and catalogues that you ordered from once persist in mailing you with magazines and special offers despie your best efforts to get off their mailing lists, your annual update from an organisation or society that you joined, the doctors or dentists surgery reminding you about some check up or another. The list covers a whole side of A4 lined paper that is split into 2 columns! And it’s not just the irritation of making a list in the first place. You then have to use said list to find the telephone numbers on paperwork or the internet so you can call the compaines. The companies then tell you they require the notification in writing but don’t have the address so you go back to paperwork/internet for the address. It is nothing short of a pain in the bottom.
Thankfully, most companies now allow you to change address on websites which is marvellous but for the rest of it – I’m just going to send a standard letter to them all. I cannot be bothered to ring 20 different kinds of call centre.
On a brighter note, the process of sorting, throwing away and packing various aspects of the flat have been very theraputic becuase I have realised it’s not me who’s messy and disorganised, it’s him.
I guess this is a welcome to my blog. I have never done this before so for those of you who choose to read my thoughts, please be patient, I don’t expect to be any good at this. I have been inspired by reading a friends blog about his move to Dubai for the past year or so. He is the Englishman in Dubai. Go and visit him but bear in mind he has been at this a lot longer than me so don’t judge my attempts too harshly.
I have started this blog in order to track my move from being a country girl to living in the biggest city in the Country. It’s not that I have never been away from the country – I did a three year stint in a very smoggy town for University – but I have never lived in, or even been terribly fond of, big cities. It is a fear of the unknown that has fed my reasoning for not moving to a city but circumstances have led me now to the point where I am about to face the unknown.
My present circumstance is as an unemployed flat packer up-er and cleaner but i will provide a brief history of how I achieved this glorious title.
During the aforementioned stint at University, I happened to meet a rather lovely man and we have stuck together through thick and thin since then. Once I graduated I had a brief job hunting stint before landing myself my ‘dream job’ near Oxford. I moved and my man followed me. He then landed his ‘dream job’ in the very eastern reaches of London. So we both went about our business of working for about eight months. After a minor breakdown and a lot of crying, I finally realised that my job was not what I wanted to do and a drastic change was needed to pull me out of my rut. The decision came quite quickly and with ease. We shall move to London.
I have visited London in the past and had nothing but good experiences there so my fear of the unknown has transformed into excitement about the unknown.
Those who know me are aware that I am a planner. I plan and plan and plan and then plan in case the plan of the plan doesn’t quite come off. Taking this into account – the fact that I am moving to a City where I know few people and have no job to go to is really a very big thing for me. This blog is here to represent my journey from here to there. There’s probably going to be some insane rants along the way and plenty of entries that relate neither to moving nor me but if you bear with me, I’m sure I’ll make sense in the end.