A milestone

The movers have finished and taken all my possessions with them. There is something liberating about holding my wordly goods in a few bags and a Pelican case. Almost feels like starting over.

There were a few panics, mislaid passport and one cupboard packed by mistake while others were overlooked, and a mad rush at the end with a gaggle of young, energetic and incredibly strong lads who emptied the place into their van in one fell swoop.

Now, dinner at the sushi train and wine with Combie and Sarah who are putting me up until I leave.