Welcome to...my lounge

Got all my stuff in - eventually. Spent today frantically cleaning the old flat prior to the inventory check. It was a close call to get it all finished, and all the last bits ovet to the new flat...there is always more to do than you think there is!

Bit of a nightmare. I forgot how much I hate moving.

It isn't just the physical moving of things from one place to another, which is pretty tiring, and its not just all the organisation and negotiation that's involved, dealing with estate agents, utility companies, banks etc.
I can't fully explain what it makes me feel - but unsettled, uncertain and vunerable are words that come to mind. Being tired and stressed makes me feel low and a bit more susceptible to all these things. Think I'm also missing the routine of work ( ARGH! I cannot believe I just said that...)

I know very well that once I get my stuff sorted out in the flat, and stock the fridge up, I will feel heaps better. Then I can get on with conquering the world and business as usual.