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Goodbye house

In the last nine months, two of my close friends have packed up, rented their flats and moved to Hong Kong. In the last nine days, another great friend has landed a job in London, so that he and his wife will also be packing up, renting their flat and buggering off. As we made our last van run today I pondered the fact we were all still standing. And slightly envied the fact that none of them had had an inquisitive toddler unpacking, climbing on and pouring juice into their boxes.

I’m quite proud of myself.

Apart from last weekend and today, Rod has mostly been working his socks off in Aberdeen. I’ve been meeting the financial advisor, showing round letting agents, auditioning builders, making tea for the handyman, chatting to the electrician and dragging my mother-in-law to B&Q on pensioner Wednesdays.

On the occasions when it’s threatened to overwhelm me, strange things have happened. One Tuesday, as I stomped up to Beanscene with the wee man mercifully strapped into the one place he couldn’t cause trouble, I bumped into the barista at the door with an armful of cardboard.

“Are those boxes?!” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“Can I have them?” I asked.

He looked at me strangely. “I’m moving house,” I explained, to his relief. The charming chap even kept them and brought them out to my car later. That, and other odd coincidences like a neighbour’s friend turning out to live two streets away from me in Aberdeen, have made me wonder if they were fateful signposts that I’m on the right path.

I’ve enjoyed the growing feeling of space, in my house and in my head, as I’ve binned, recycled and donated carloads of stuff. I even got up at 5.30 on a Sunday morning to go to a carboot sale. I should actually write a whole blog post on that – the characters I met and the banter we had made standing in a freezing warehouse for four hours totally bearable. I sold every single thing and made £110 to boot.

Today we took the last of the furniture, pictures and kitchenware to the place we’re storing it. We loaded the van with the clothes, TV and Wee Man Equipment for our rented Aberdeen house. On Wednesday I’ll pack what little clothes and plates remain and leave this house. At some point we’ll need to go through an abbreviated version of this process, when we buy a house. But that may be a while. I’ll have recovered by then.

Hooray for house moving!

Hooray for house moving!



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Aberdeen with a baby – for good

So there I was, juggling eight or ten balls, when someone threw in a flaming torch.

Two weeks later, despite a few singe marks, I’m chuffed they’re all still in the air. The ‘flaming torch’ was in fact Rod’s dream job, so really there was no option but to accept that our 6-month secondment had turned into a permanent relocation.

Some parts of this have been easy. My first choice of nursery was able to accommodate the wee man on the days I wanted within a month. The letting agent said he could have our Glasgow house rented within 6 weeks. The mortgage advisor said the figures stack up.

Some parts of this have been hard. Rod’s working six days a week and I’m 150 miles from home. We need to get a builder to fix a wall before we can rent. I have to pack up an entire house and figure out what to keep, where to store it and when to move it. We have to go through the process of finding and buying a house in a new city.

Both the wee man and I have had a rotten cold this week, so I’ve been feeling a bit sorry for myself and dwelling a bit too much on the negatives. But I always come back to the conviction that this is the right move for us. It’s a great city with a much more optimistic atmosphere than the rest of the doom-and-gloom, recession-hit country. I’ve already made friends, I’ve already uncovered business opportunities and I can feel the potential of living here. The hard parts are only temporary, we can fix the wall, hold a car boot sale and buy a fabulous home. We’ve decided to rent our Glasgow house furnished, so I even get to legitimately use Pinterest and come up with a whole new interior design for our new lifestyle!

I’m lucky that I have a toddler to break the ice (God knows he’s been breaking enough other stuff). It’s easy to meet people when you’re all clutching a coffee and making sure they don’t go down the slide head-first. I’m looking forward to buying somewhere big enough to have people to stay and friends for lunch, with a garden for the swing and the beach nearby.

Meanwhile I’ve got the handyman booked, the paperwork spread out on the desk, some Ikea storage boxes and a string of email alerts pinging. Wish me luck…

the road to aberdeen

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