Moving house is fun.
Ummm.... I'm not sure that's right. I've heard that its one of the most stressful experiences in life. It is a bit exciting though.
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piles of boxes |
I'm currently at the stage where I am surrounded by half-filled boxes. We've ten days until moving day, and while I'm confident that we'll get it all done, the task is looking slightly daunting. My six year old asked me to buy some oranges so she could make her own orange juice - and my voice may have gone up a couple of octaves as I very slowly and reasonably explained that we are trying to get rid of mess - not make more!
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ready for the charity shop |
Having a clear out: I'm being quite brutal at getting rid of things that we don't love any more. Our new house is a bit smaller than our current rented house, and definitely smaller than the house we sold in Scotland. As we move from room to room I have four categories: recycle centre, charity shop, sell and pack. Items for the first three groups are put into piles in the kitchen. I'm taking photos of items to sell or to try and free-cycle and getting them straight on to the local car-boot type Facebook groups. If nobody wants them in a day or two they transfer to the charity-shop or recycle centre piles. When the charity shop and recycle centre piles in the kitchen are large enough - off they go! Only things that we love or definitely use are making it into the packing boxes.
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not even started on this room yet! |
I've read that it's best to pack one room at a time. That's not what we're doing. We have boxes in every room and seem to be working on them all simultaneously, packing first those things which are non-essentials, for example warm coats and winter shoes, books, toys and games, DVDs etc.
Working hard not to pack those things we'll need over the next couple of weeks, for example things the kids will need for Beaver Sleepover, things I'll need for school work etc!