I started packing on friday night (social diva that I am). A rather thunderous thought struck me - that I was now dismantling the home I had tried to build for Pooch and I.
he said I could have as much wool as I liked because now it was like I was building a nest for us both.
the immense amount I then got rid of just a few months ago. Then there are the pictures on the walls which I blogged about here and the Pins on Pinterest I hve gathered about what I hoped it would end up looking like.
It does scare me a bit - to be moving somewhere new, away from the area I've known for 5+ years now - and to be moving into a new flat - just a flat, not a home. But I'm just trying to view it as a good thing. Time to start fresh. As I pack I continue to get rid of more and more stuff and I'm really holding strong to the beautiful print I bought from the V&A last year.