Yesterday I had the unenviable pleasure of moving house - something which I doubt anyone enjoys, and I certainly dont.
Moving can have its high points - it can be quite cathartic to sort though all the things that clutter our lives, weeding out those which are old, useless or just unnecessary. Its also exciting when you actually get into the place you are moving to, and you can begin to reoganise your life in a new space.
Unfortunately, this time I am not really 'moving in' anywhere. Ive moved out, with my now very diminished material possessions, but for the next few months I wont have a permanent base. The reason for this is tied in with my upcoming film project, details of which will appear on here in the near future (am I building any suspense yet?!) Suffice to say however that for the moment Im relying on the very good nature of friends to put up with me in their homes while I organise my future.
On the plus side, once I get past all the uncertainty, its pretty exciting really. Not being tied into any housing contract leaves me feeling freer than ever before. The world could be my oyster should I chose it, and perhaps I will.