Richard Wright

One day, I will look back on the last week or two, and laugh.  Ho ho, I will chortle.  Hee hee.  See, selling a house, getting married, changing job, and emigrating overseas all within the same month definitely wasn’t madness.  Ha ha.

At the moment though, I’m aching.  So many trips to the city dump, so much dragged down from the attic, so much in disarray.  The last night in our real house, where we lived, was actually yesterday as it turns out.  Where I’m sitting right now looks nothing like it.

Still, there is progress.  This morning, our first five cases were picked up to be shipped to India by air.  Tomorrow, the rest of our wordly goods will be collected.  A lot of it – the books above, furniture, etc, will go into storage while we’re overseas.  A small proportion will follow us to India by sea, and it will be several months before it catches up.

Tonight, we’re going to crack open some wine an toast the house where we went from boyfriend and girlfriend to man and wife.  Splendid times.

As our bed will be one of the things going into storage, we’ll be sleeping elsewhere after tonight, throwing ourselves on the hospitality of friends until we fly on Thursday.  As such, and given that it could be weeks or longer before I’m online in India, I’ll take this chance to bid you au revoir.  I may be able to Twitter over the next couple of days, so feel free to follow me there, but if not, have a good few weeks, and spare us the occasional thought as we discover what a whole new life is all about…