Nearly time to go
Feb.27, 2006, filed under Miscellany
Last full week in Devon. It feels strange. The For Sale sign is in the front lawn and I’m looking out of the Stuffice window at the view and thinking that the last week hasn’t exactly been the monument to “me-time” that I had intended. I had no idea that selling a house could be so stressful. I mean, I knew it would be stressful, but I didn’t expect to be knotted up into a ball of feeling physically sick over it.
Still got paperwork to do for the new job, which I’ve not had the headspace for this last week, and the interminable lists of things that need to be accomplished for the move. Still got a couple of things I want — as opposed to need — to do. Take a trip down to the monastery at Buckfastleigh – I want to go sit in the Butterfly House at the otter sanctuary but they’re closed until March. Take a trip down to Powderham, say goodbye to the cork tree. Have a final look at Starcross, maybe do that loop that takes in the ferry ride. Visit the pub in Sandford.
I really wanted to see a few other friends down here in the southern part of England before I went, too. How can it take up so much time and energy putting a house on the market? I wanted to hug Ffetcher goodbye and I’m still hoping to get up to see Bling.
Still. The League party was a riot. You should have been there. My mind will forever be polluted by the puppetry of the minge.
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