I’m not knitting these days.
Neither am I embroidering or doing anything else remotely interesting.
Far from it. I’m packing up all my things (or rather all my families things, the kids stuff is very prominent let me tell you).
Moving House
We are moving house, from Vík to Reykjavík. Moving is almost my least favourite thing in the world. I have done it often enough, but I really don’t like it. The packing, the necessary weeding out, the dust, the mess, the upheaval of it all. And let’s not mention the costs.
Don’t misunderstand me, I want this move, it’s just the process of emptying a whole house and packing the lot, moving it and the unpacking that I find exhausting.
Lost and Found
When emptying a house, you find some treasures. I found my sons Ipod, some long lost keys and this:
Some cinnamon sticks that expired in 1999. We moved into this house in 2006…
I wish you happiness in your new house
all the best
Christa
Y2k böggur í kanilnum?
Úff.
Wishing you all the best for the move!
Sendi barattukveðjur til ykkar allra! Og enginn veit hvað átt hefur fyrr en flutt hefur – eru þessar kanilstangir ekki orðnar virðulegir safngripir bara?
Good luck with the move!
))
I found that I threw away a lot of “dead wood” with each move and it was all manageable… and now…we’ve lived in the same house for…26 years! My almost scientific theory goes like this: the longer you live in the same house the more it shrinks!
gangi ykkur vel, og þú ferð þá væntanlega að mæta í vikulegan prjónahitting?
kv.Fríða
What a big move, from your small town to the big city. I love/hate moving. I love the excitement, hate the goodbyes. Love making a new home, hate packing up the old. Good luck!