I've read that one of the most stressful things that you can do is to move house. But having moved many times, I'm going to argue that this isn't strictly true.
You pack, you move, you unpack.
Often all three in the space of 48 hours.
It's a busy time, yes, but I've never found it to be particularly bothersome.
That said, I did shed a few tears when the last removal company made the ungodly error of gluing a purposely unfixed piece of glass to the top of my much-loved (and long-saved for) Team7 coffee table and ruined it. I have no idea why they did that. Despite an insurance claim, I'm still slightly bitter about it.
My husband would argue that the real stress comes afterwards when you're sitting phone in hand, unleashing your full wrath on BT for not connecting the Wi-Fi the moment you walk over the threshold for the first time.
But, really? I think it's all the waiting around that's the killer.
You wait for people to come and view your current house, you wait with one eye on your children at ALL times to ensure they don't create their usual Lego hell while you wait for people to come and view your current house, and then you wait to see if the people who came to view your current house could see past the inevitable Lego hell and make an offer.
Next you wait, index finger rapidly refreshing RightMove, for your dream home to miraculously appear on the site and at a price that you can afford. You wait for the estate agent to confirm that you can view it, you wait with baited breath hoping no one else views it beforehand and steals it from under your nose, and then you wait for your mortgage application to be confirmed and your offer accepted.
So much waiting!
And that's only the beginning.
The most painful waiting is to come ... when everything is in the hands of your solicitor.
Jeez, conveyancing is a painful process. Especially for someone like me who doesn't relinquish control very easily and struggles to understand why things aren't done RIGHT NOW.
'Less chatting, more doing, please.'
It's taken all my restraint to stay away from the office and not request a flow chart so I can assist them in optimising the process and minimising the bureaucracy involved (corporate speak never leaves you).
At this point, I had hoped to be mid-packing with a completion date just days away. Sadly, no. We're still awaiting the call to tell us that contracts have been exchanged. So while I have the most perfect spot in our new house for my new JoulesxDFS Cambridge armchair lined up, here's where it's been residing since it was delivered just after Christmas ... in the corner of our current living room.
You might remember that I 'helped' to upholster it on a trip to the DFS design studio where I was given a sneak peek behind the scenes of the stunning new Joules and DFS collection. The fully finished chair is even nicer than I could have imaged ... quirky finishing touches, surprising details, and the most tactile velvet ever. My husband did raise an eyebrow at the vibrant pink but ... whatever. I'm sure that you're on my side and think it's amazing, right?
And the cute biscuits? They were kindly sent to me by Biscuiteers, who make the most amazing personalised biscuit gifts by hand (I used them in my Valentine's post last year, too). The 'new home' biscuit tin is divine ... perfect for someone who has actually moved home or even for someone who is sitting around on their gorgeous new armchair waiting to move (mention firstname.lastname@example.org at the checkout for 15% off your first order). Sweet treats make the mind-numbingly dull house-moving process so much more bearable. Trust me!
Fingers crossed I'll have more positive news to share with you soon!
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