What have we done?

The After weeks (alright months) of planning and fretting moving day has finally arrived in the Murray house.  We knew it wasn't going to be easy.  On our way to collect the van we had hired, we promised each other that whatever was said, no matter how hurtful it could seem, it wasn't true and that we still loved each other.

We began by taking a trip to the council rubbish tip.  While some things were hard to get rid of, it felt amazingly liberating to get rid of so much stuff.

At six the next morning we started loading up the van.  We decided, after a few cross words, to put the heavier items (furniture) in the van and then pack the gaps with the boxes we had left over.

Part way through, I started to loose faith that we would be able to finish.  I had made about sixty trips from the lounge to the van and back (GO was responsible for moving our things from upstairs to the lounge) with boxes and boxes and boxes and was about to give up when GO said, we needed to leave ASAP! As the storage unit office would close at four and it would take three hours to get there. We wouldn't have been able to get everything in the van anyway as the van rental centre gave us a smaller van than we had requested.

Into the van we piled and began the first of my four trips up and down the M6.  Driving the van was quite a daunting experience, I had just begun to feel comfortable when it started to rain.

I found that a lot of people would hang around my 'blind spot' and would get quite irate if I started to move into their lane.  I found most of the journey was uneventful, GO huffed and puffed about the traffic but I actually thought for a Sunday afternoon it wasn't too busy.

After we arrived and GO booked us in, I checked on my emails.  I had a notification that my email to the jhps SENCO hadn't been delivered.  Panicked as I didn't want to get into trouble (fiery is an understatement) I fired off a few to other people in school and waited for GO to return.  I am such an anxious person it only takes one blip to send me into meltdown (a side effect of the first little village school, I suppose), some how I managed to control myself (it turned out there was a fault with the school's system).

I was impressed with how quick the unloading of the van and into the storage unit part of the journey was. We had trolleys, carts, lifts and other people to help us.  We managed to unload/load the van/storage unit in about an hour, considering it had taken us six hours to pack the van I was pleasantly surprised. 

Back into the van and back down the motorway.  GO's plan was to get back, pack a bit more of our bits, sleep and then at three am get up, finish the packing and do the final few bits.  Unfortunately I slept in (I was trying to fight off a stinker of a cold) I got up at four, we packed the van to almost breaking point, and we set of at quarter past five.  This meant that we hit Manchester at quarter to eight, peak traffic time.  We arrived at the storage unit an hour late, I had to phone the van rental company to tell them we would be late and they were happy as long as we arrived before 1pm.  

We unloaded the van in about two hours and just managed to get everything into the unit.  It is a tight squeeze but it all fit.

Like a couple of zombies we dropped off the van and staggered back to the car to visit GO's parents.  On the way we went to look at the house we were (were being the operative word) interested in buying.  It was smack dab between a nice area and a rather runs down area, so not the right place for us.  As papichen says it only takes one person at the end of their tether to break in and you will feel unsafe forever.  So back to the drawing board.  At least we have moved all our bits outs, that was the worst part of the move, wasn't it???