On Moving and Living Alone

Well, it happened. I am officially a big girl. I own a car, have a steady job, and as of the weekend, I live on my own.


My brother and I spent the entire weekend moving what I genuinely believed wasn’t a lot of stuff. I mean, I’ve been living in one bedroom for so long, how could I possibly have accumulated that much stuff, right? Wrong. Between the big items like the bed, the chest of drawers and the couch, there was the DVD collection and the multitudes of books I’ve collected since I was first able to buy them. The kitchen items, my sewing machine and fabric upon fabric upon…

The point is that I moved. It took us two days, and I still have at least half my books to transport, but I’m out of home. Naturally, the first thing I did was cleanse the house. The person living in the house before me was a male, and it was important to clear out any negative energies, or residual male energies left over from the previous tenant. Once that was done, I started making myself familiar with the building, and getting myself settled.

My plan of attack is to take it one room at a time, so of course I started with the bedroom. I set it all up, slowly arranged and organised and last night, had a place to sleep that was familiar and comforting. Admittedly, I had the worst night sleep I’ve had in a long while but at least I had somewhere to lay awake, warm and comfortable while I stared at the dark ceiling and listened to the house creak and groan. It’s important to become familiar with the noises your house makes, so you can distinguish between normal house noises and potential spirit activity. Seriously, it’s a thing.

Today, the nice delivery gentlemen will bring me my fridge and I’ll continue my organisation of the rest of the house. I can’t wait to start sewing up a storm for my new fledgling business venture (more on that later) and using my lack of television to my advantage, by doing the creative things I’ve been putting off.

After the moving and the mishaps, the running back and forth, the losing and then finding items and the multitudes of small injuries, I am tired and sore. Moving hurts and I’m thankful that I signed the lease for 12 months, so I don’t have to move again soon. In any case, I have a feeling this is going to be a very interesting year.

One thought on “On Moving and Living Alone

  1. I warned you to pack! In the past 7 years I have moved 18 times, I know what I’m talking about! But its good to see that you are settled, Love you!

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