On the subject of moving, endings to Vagrancy, and memory torture.

Well, it's been a truly tiring few days. Over the weekend I finally got keys to new house. Moved some stuff over from my dads Ice Palace of eternal winter to here (new home).
Sunday night had a pizza and a cup of tea with my ex, strange experience but has to be done. Otherwise it all goes weird and we wont end up talking.

Monday was dreadful, hired a van from good ole enterprise, and my friend James gave me a hand shifting the goods. Vicky had already packed up most of my stuff which saved hours.. was still a long and difficult emotional experience.

3 years of calling somewhere home and walking in to find the cats arent sure who you are anymore, and all traces of you have been rellocated to boxes or erased.

Actually I've found the most difficult part of it all unpacking. Because I didnt put everything in the boxes in the first place I have to unpack everything to see where things have to live - where new homes for things are going to be. That means finding old memories, ticket stubs, notes, receipts, photographs.. have no idea how gut wrenchingly painful that entire process is :(

Anyway... most things are unpacked now, with the exception of PC and bits to go with PC because I dont have a desk for them to go on yet - my employer has to deliver me stuff to work from home at.

At least the vagrant period has ended!