The Big Move

The Big Move

In November I packed up my apartment, quit my job and moved from Hull to Nottingham to start the next chapter of my life. Is moving everything I wanted it to be? Of course not, but it’s only been nine weeks.

In those nine weeks a lot has changed for me.

ILLNESS

There has been plenty of that. Currently I’m laid up in bed feeling extremely sorry for myself as I get over the flu. This is the fourth time in these nine weeks that I’ve been sick. Usually my immune system is pretty good, but I jinxed myself at the end of last year by saying I hadn’t been ill since January. Karma? Possibly, or it could just be my body adjusting to a different lifestyle. A lot less stress and less adrenaline has left my body and immune system vulnerable. But who doesn’t love living off chicken soup every two weeks?

WORK-LIFE BALANCE

This is the one thing I’ve struggled with for the last three and a half years. I was constantly on the go and very much buried in the day job and freelance work. Those 70 plus hour weeks were killer and it wasn’t until I got out of that environment that I realised just how important having a work-life balance is. I’m no longer bringing work home with me or being called into the office on my day off. Any work I do at home now is purely for me and the clients I love to work with.

MOVING IS A PROCESS

Just because all the boxes are unpacked doesn’t mean the move is over. There was additional furniture to buy for the office, a dining room table and just things I generally wanted now that I had a little more space. Speaking of more space – my art collection keeps expanding. Having so much more wall space means theirs a chance to pick up some art prints I’ve had my eye on for a while but all of this takes time. I still have the hallway to bring some personality to and there’s still things hidden away in trunks for a rainy day to sort out. Moving is a process. I am settled but there’s still things to sort out nine weeks later.

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