With a swipe of the stanley knife I cut the tape and sealed the last of the boxes. Vinney, the moving man from Brazil hefted the last chair down to the van and that was it. A flat empty of furniture. A kitchen with no pots or pans. A bedroom with no bed. The end of almost four years in N16.
Last Sunday we moved out of our first real home, handing over the keys to the new owners and commencing a life on the streets. Well, on family members’ floors at any rate (a BIG thank you to all the people who are putting us up). And now? Now I feel discombobulated and uncertain. Continue reading
