I’ve moved! I’ve left my dear little old house, and I’m in the lovely new one. It’s a chaos of boxes still — not just boxes of books, lots of everything, and still in boxes because I’m making up my mind where to store things now, in this place with lots of storage. The old house had very little — only in my furniture, which of course, has mostly come with me.
In fact a couple of friends — separately — dropped in for a visit shortly after I’d moved, looked around and each one said in amazement :I never dreamed you had so much stuff, Anne.”
To which I replied, “Neither did I.”
Because when everything is neatly stowed away in its place, you don’t notice it, but once it’s out and sitting on the floor in boxes — wow! So even though I did quite a bit of decluttering in the lead-up to the move, there’s still a lot more to do. But I’m not in a hurry to get everything stashed tidily away — I’m going to take my time.
I’m planning to get bookshelves built in — all my bookshelves I’ve obtained piecemeal over the years, and nothing matches. Plus in my study, I had two complete walls of books that I’d built myself with brackets in the walls. But now I want proper shelves built to my specifications. So . . . the books will have to wait in their boxes for a while yet.
I put my dog Milly in the kennels so she wouldn’t get stepped on — she loves it there and they put her in with a playmate and she plays all day and night and is usually exhausted and happy when she gets home. I brought her home to the new house the other day, and she sniffed around everywhere, not quite sure of this strange and chaotic place — had a wee outside on the lawn, so it’s christened and had a good drink from her own little bucket.