Fragile

So this week is moving week - the lead up to which has kept me particularly quiet on the blog front.


I hate moving, but unfortunately, in the areas of Leeds that we want to stay in, contracts are 'student' lets, from July 1st - June 30th and unless you sign for the same house again (which wasn't really even an option for us this time due to a change in letting agents and the break in that I've never really got over) you face the inevitable homeless night on the 30th and stress of moving the same day as the entire student population of Leeds.

Let me tell you a little something about what we like to call LS6-mas.
Everyone dumps their unwanted belongings on the streets, and the whole of Hyde Park, Headingley and Burley kind of becomes a tip/free for all hybrid.
If I'm honest, the cheap skate in me thinks it's a great time to grab yourself some free furniture (and apparently, scrap metal) and the piles of ikea items and mounds of bin bags have come to be an expected part of the moving day experience.
The homeless night I so lovingly refer to also comes part and parcel of the weekend. Everyone has to be out by midday on the 30th but can't get the keys to their new place until the following lunch time - thank god for Miles' parents living near enough for us to stay, or it would make the move a whole lot more stressful.

I'm a stress ball at the best of times, but moving house brings out the worst in me.
I have been packing for what feels like an eternity (3 days) yet nothing seems to be packed! How Miles and I have managed to fill a 2 bedroom house (with a junk room and an attic) is beyond me. We've only been living together for a year so I can only imagine what our houses will be like in the future! I have packed 4 boxes of ornaments (labelled 'nice things' and 'be fucking careful' - such a lady) and that's not even touched the ever growing collection of weird stuff we decorate our home with...
I also packed a box of multi coloured hair, a separate box containing solely candles, and another full of false lashes. Christ.

I wasn't kidding...

I've been googling 'packing tips' in between boxing up our belongings and taking countless (much needed) tea breaks, though the suggested 'reuse old boxes and don't use thin black sacks for clothes... start six weeks before your move (we have 4 days left now) and put heavy items at the bottom' all seems like common sense to me.
If anyone has any genuinely helpful moving tips, they would be well received right now, but maybe a miracle is our only hope?!

One of the more politely labelled boxes

Apologies for my slightly erratic post, it's clearly just a reflection of my poor little mind right now - I have to give it to Miles, he's incredibly patient with his 5'11 red headed crazy woman and calms me down every time I have a 'moment' - I'm very lucky to have such a brilliant chap in my life (plus our amazing parents who are helping us out with the move).

Anyway, as of Sunday, we will be in our new place, just down the road from where we are now, another 2 bed house to fill with our weird and wonderful ornaments and make a home (until next LS6-mas at least!)

Once we have the internet set up at our new place, I'll be making an effort to post more on here because I feel I've been a bit rubbish at blogging recently.

I'm off to pack myself into a box labelled 'Fragile' - see you on the other side!
xo