A very long chapter at last came to an end today. 7.5 years of living in my flat – the longest I have ever lived anywhere, in my whole life – finally came to an (overdue) end. This was perhaps 3-4 years later than it should have been. For all sorts of reasons, all of which are a bit long-winded to go into.
I’m totally and completely exhausted. It’s taken the best part of 3 days with the real grunt work done yesterday and today. At the outset, I had thought – sensibly – about using a ‘man and a van’ to help me move. Sadly I didn’t use common sense and in my usual unplanned way, I moved manually, with help from S, via perhaps 5-6 car journeys from mine to his. He lives 5 mins away by car so this thankfully isn’t too big a problem. But I live on the 2nd floor of my building (no lift) so it’s been hard going.
And even though I’m leaving the flat almost fully furnished for the tenants, I was still shocked – nay, appalled – at just how much stuff I’ve accumulated. Indecent amounts. All so amorphous it’s hard to describe what it really is. It’s just ‘stuff’.
And as you would expect with moving – it’s been very stressful. And completely exhausting. I’ve woken before 7am the last 3 days (and I had Friday as holiday) and by the middle of this afternoon, when I was at last done, I felt completely physically and emotionally drained. I was like a zombie on auto-pilot.
Most of the moving was done yesterday and I spent most of today cleaning. I’ve never cleaned so much in my life. In retrospect, though – I preferred the cleaning to the moving. I wanted everything just so as the inventory gets done before the tenants move in (i.e. first thing tomorrow) and I want, ultimately, to take back the property in the condition I left it in. I also took a large number of photos.
I never wanted to be a landlord but in order to move I became one. I don’t think the tenants will do too badly. I left a Dyson vacuum cleaner less than 4 months old, all the pictures, mirrors, lamps, uplighters, TV stand, all the crockery/cutlery, kitchen appliances, etc. Two young-ish guys are moving in (late 20s) and apparently don’t have much of their own stuff. I’m also going out on something of a limb and trusting in karma and that if I go the extra mile for the tenants they will respect the place a little bit more. So in that spirit, I also left a bottle of prosecco and a bottle of French rum.
They move in tomorrow. So I’m now at S’s for what (I think we both hope) won’t be too long. The onus is now on me to flat hunt in earnest, which I shall do.
7.5 years is a long time. It’s so, sooo much longer than all my friends have been in any of their respective places, either as tenants or owners. Most first time buyers upgrade within a few years. I’ve felt quite left behind – in many ways – by not doing so. And my place had grown very stale on me. And for reasons a bit too long-winded for me to go into, by not moving I had put the brakes on in a number of areas of my life. When I have moved to my next place – hopefully imminently – those breaks will be coming off with a vengeance.