With twelve days left of The Twelve-Week Challenge, I’m excited to report that today’s search for a new place to live was successful. And I shall be moving the day after this challenge finishes, which believe it or not, wasn’t planned (I hadn’t realised until it was pointed out to me). But it seems fitting that I shall be starting the next part of my life so soon after the conclusion to this challenge blog.
Today has been a long day trip, travelling to London and back, as we drove the 264 mile round-trip from Lincoln to Cockfosters, before catching the tube into Central London, and enjoying lunch in Chinatown with one of our former uni friends.
I got a good feeling about the new place, and I think The Bish will like it too. There’s certainly lots of furry friends to keep him company. If he ever talks to me again after leaving him for another day…
Anyway, it’s late, and I’m tired, and I have to crack on with my essays tomorrow. Because now I have a move date, and that means packing. As I’ve mentioned before I get excited about moving, but packing always promises to be more of a challenge than expected. But it’s a good opportunity for a dejunk. The less baggage I take with me when I move, the better.
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