It is 5.02 in the morning and I am writing this from our hotel bedroom. The room is overheated and stuffy and our dog lies curled up and slightly confused on his blanket in the corner of an unfamiliar room. I should be asleep. But infuriatingly I can’t sleep, even though I am weary.
Moving house is exhausting. I have done it so many times that although it’s lent a certain proficiency to the process, it’s increasingly a bone-wearying, energy sapping experience. This time especially so with my recent second knee replacement restricting my ability to do much physical work, meaning leaning on husband more than ever.
The house empties so slowly, exposing cobwebs, dust and the ghosts of lost slippers behind furniture.
After a day and a half of loading the removals van we hit a wall at around 4pm. We looked at each other as we stood in our empty kitchen and agreed that we had to stop.
The removals guys were still working through the garage (how do they keep going?) but were happy to complete without us and lock up the house so that we could start the long drive northwards. London rush hour was about to start and we were keen to avoid the worst of it.
As it was, we still hit the rush hour traffic, but every mile towards our first nights destination felt good. We tumbled into an empty bar at our scarily Covid-empty hotel and ate a quick supper before bed.
Today is another day. We’re both relieved to have that behind us and to focus on the drive up-country to our new home.
We’re taking each day at a time.
Ravencroft Skye 
You know it will be worth it 🙂
The return journey after a holiday abroad is always a bit gutty. At least you won’t be doing that 👍
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That’s very true 😊
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A wonderful island awaits. Overcast this morning with a light breeze. Beautiful clean air and peace and tranquility:)
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Thank you! I’m getting more excited with every mile ☺️
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Gosh this is so exciting. You are truly on yur way. I feel your pain. I have moved house a lot and without any help and it’s draining and unsettling. You never really feel relaxed until you know it’s over. But you are now on the road and that is absolutely thrilling. I’m so jealous! Best of luck with the rest of your journey which is all a part of that long awaited dream!
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Thank you! I seriously never want to move again after this one! ☺️
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Your poor dog must be feeling really confused and worried, but at least he has his family with him. It is a very hard thing to do; moving away from the known into the unknown, no wonder you are exhausted.
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Bertie’s doing OK, he’s just a bit perplexed. Poor things – there’s no way to explain things to them. As long as he’s with us, gets his biscuits 😉 and lots of reassurance he’s going to be fine..
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