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Sleepy Sunday
Jan. 3rd, 2021 03:58 pmWe went for our last walk to Grantchester for the immediate future. (The house we have bought is nowhere near where we currently live, meaning Grantchester is not on our doorstep.) I prefer it when the whole place is shrouded in mist and waterlogged, but given it was a farewell of sorts, I'm glad today it was flooded in sunlight. Here's a photoset. We took our time, and loitered by the alpacas for a while, and generally used the walk to stretch muscles that had been made tired by all the packing yesterday. It was glorious.
Then it was back home for a breakfast from the French patisserie (for understandable reasons, we basically have no food left in the house), and my attempts to get rid of the last unwanted items of furniture on Facebook Marketplace. A nice Czech guy took the massive open-fronted wardrobe that I'd really been worrying about (mainly because it's too big to fit in a standard car, but he showed up with a screwdriver and disassembled it in the carpark, which I found charming), and a nice Chinese guy took the removable towel rails (which hang from the radiators) and hanging frames that hang off the doors (you can hang coats, bags, or in our case toiletries bags in the bathroom from them). As you can probably tell, our current rental house has virtually nothing in the way of inbuilt storage — not even towel rails in the bathroom — so all these things were ways to get around that. The new house, thankfully, is overflowing with inbuilt storage, including bookshelves, which was to a large extent why we wanted to buy it (the other main reasons: a recently renovated kitchen, and DOUBLE-GLAZED WINDOWS), so all this stuff is unnecessary.
I'm still feeling pretty frazzled, meaning it's been impossible to focus on anything, either reading or writing. I realised last night, when I was struggling to stop myself from mentally packing the remaining boxes and bags while I was trying to get to sleep, that I absolutely cannot cope with tasks left unfinished at the end of the day. It's why I only list daily tasks in my bullet journal and gave up with the 'future log' or monthly list of tasks after about one month when I first started bullet journalling: I just get really stressed if I think of these longer term things. Obviously there are a lot of long-term projects (both professional and in my personal life) that cannot be finished in a single day, but I've always preferred to break them down into smaller things that can be finished in a day ('write 1000 words,' 'email this person,' 'book this one thing'). When the task is something that cannot be broken down in this way ('pack up your whole house, including things that you will need to use right up to the final morning,') it just weighs on my mind, consuming all my thoughts.
I do feel massively relieved to have got rid of everything we were planning to give away before the move — all that remains will be to give away the boxes, packing tape and bubble wrap to someone else moving house, once we've unpacked at the new place.
At least the end is in sight!
Then it was back home for a breakfast from the French patisserie (for understandable reasons, we basically have no food left in the house), and my attempts to get rid of the last unwanted items of furniture on Facebook Marketplace. A nice Czech guy took the massive open-fronted wardrobe that I'd really been worrying about (mainly because it's too big to fit in a standard car, but he showed up with a screwdriver and disassembled it in the carpark, which I found charming), and a nice Chinese guy took the removable towel rails (which hang from the radiators) and hanging frames that hang off the doors (you can hang coats, bags, or in our case toiletries bags in the bathroom from them). As you can probably tell, our current rental house has virtually nothing in the way of inbuilt storage — not even towel rails in the bathroom — so all these things were ways to get around that. The new house, thankfully, is overflowing with inbuilt storage, including bookshelves, which was to a large extent why we wanted to buy it (the other main reasons: a recently renovated kitchen, and DOUBLE-GLAZED WINDOWS), so all this stuff is unnecessary.
I'm still feeling pretty frazzled, meaning it's been impossible to focus on anything, either reading or writing. I realised last night, when I was struggling to stop myself from mentally packing the remaining boxes and bags while I was trying to get to sleep, that I absolutely cannot cope with tasks left unfinished at the end of the day. It's why I only list daily tasks in my bullet journal and gave up with the 'future log' or monthly list of tasks after about one month when I first started bullet journalling: I just get really stressed if I think of these longer term things. Obviously there are a lot of long-term projects (both professional and in my personal life) that cannot be finished in a single day, but I've always preferred to break them down into smaller things that can be finished in a day ('write 1000 words,' 'email this person,' 'book this one thing'). When the task is something that cannot be broken down in this way ('pack up your whole house, including things that you will need to use right up to the final morning,') it just weighs on my mind, consuming all my thoughts.
I do feel massively relieved to have got rid of everything we were planning to give away before the move — all that remains will be to give away the boxes, packing tape and bubble wrap to someone else moving house, once we've unpacked at the new place.
At least the end is in sight!