the teleport

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My old flat is empty. I do the inspection with a youngish guy who nearly charges me £100 to clean the inside of the washing machine tray and 2 forks.
I'm tired and ratty but do my best to reason with him. I wipe the tray clean and but 2 forks from the charity shop. Cost 50p.

I haven't slept much. I have a few final coffees in Edinburgh, see a couple of friends then get on the train to go where my new/old home Glasgow. It all feels very final and pretty upsetting. There's a lot I will miss and a lot to do in the new place to even make it to the bed.

Once there the sleeves get rolled up and I get stuck in. I'm in mid nesting, picture / light re-arranging (more important than unpacking bed clothes apparently) when I get a call from my sister luring me out on the piss.

I thought it would take weeks of calm meditation to get my head round it but turns out Glasgow therapy is best. Go out with your mates and get pissed. We end up in some club playing pool till 3am. My sister's new girlfriend get's better when she's pissed but it ends up with some farcically bad games. I'm sore from laughing and fall asleep pretty happy with where I am.