So I have spent the day packing my winter clothes into vacuum bags and taking them to my parents house for storage and speculating at length with anyone who will give me air time on the minutiae of a recently ended relationship - probably not very interesting to anyone other than me... sorry guys.
Vacuum bags are an incredible invention - have you ever tried them? All your clothes that seem to take up so much space shrink down to ridiculously heavy but manageable sized packages. I swear I got two cupboards full of winter coats and jumpers (including ski wear and down jackets) into two large bags. I wish I had discovered them sooner and it has also struck me that they might be a good way to cheating possible future boyfriends into believing I am actually capable of travelling light....although heaven knows how I would manage to get all the stuff home again having opened the bag when away.... All this packing has also served as a pertinent reminder that I am actually doing this! Moving. Leaving my life behind (and on a much more cheerful note - I am not going to have a cold winter this year - Whooo Hooooo Hoooo!!!)
In little over a month my lovely, cream, Islington town house with its lovely antique furniture and pervading sense of calm, nicknamed the "zen den" by my girlfriends will be packed up and rented out to strangers. Gulp.
I digress. I eventually made it home to my parents house in Wimbledon after a struggle through the rolling roadblock that is London traffic only to be sat down at the kitchen table by my father to be grilled on my business plan. Upshot - after much waffle - I really need to sit down, come up with a business plan and WRITE IT DOWN (in my head is apparently not good enough).
Against my better judgement I decided to try to walk back to Islington and leave the car in Wimbledon, this would have been fine, and is something I do often, were it not for the London showers we are having this year. Its like being in Mexican hurricane season already with less heat and less wind. Seriously schizophrenic weather. Sunny one minute, bucketing down the next. This does not make for good hair (or for that matter anything else) days.
I eventually made it back to civilisation (Bond Street) and stopped to chat to a girlfriend who works there (for chat please read spill my heart out about recently ended relationship and the possible options) who was hugely encouraging about my travel plans and described how she set up her business last year, on a shoestring and it seems to be really taking off. She makes paper cut art. It's really brilliant. Take a look www.twoforjoyart.com. If I can manage to figure out how to post images on this I will post some of her art. She has done an amazing cut out (which is on her business card) on a Mexican Day of the Dead theme and I am trying to persuade her to come and stay for the actual Day of the Dead this October. How exciting is that going to be? I can't wait.
Bizarrely I have been looking forward to posting today. It is an oddly cathartic experience. More tomorrow. It strikes me that at some point I probably need to explain what my actual plans are and divulge the motivation for this journey/life change I am undertaking but right now it feels like that would be too much commitment to the act of blogging. Odd?
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