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As time draws near for the big move, I feel like things are becoming more than what I can handle for now. After overcoming the fact that my life's gonna be affected by friends going home for good, and settling the fact in that I need to move on with my life, at the same time with this house moving thing coming up… I think I am pushing myself beyond bounderies to do things which I never thought I really would do.. like being really independent (which I totally wasn't before). And also with what I have been busy with the past month… searching for a new place, rushing from viewings to viewings in between my lunch hours and after work; and now that most things are settled, I need to do a lot of (annoying) administrative stuff like calling to arrange for water, electricity, British Telecom land line, Broadband service, council tax, etc. Not to mention change in postal address with my bank, company, etc. and what nots. There are a thousand and one things to do and I am seriously getting stressed by it :( I am very thankful for Liandi and hubby who volunteered to help to move some stuff this weekend but the fact is that I am doing this very much alone if u get what I mean.

sigh, I just want this month to pass by quickly and I can get settled down to my new place. I feel terribly sad at leaving my current place but yet I have no choice but to move out… I hope in time to come, I will love my new place as much, and also grow to love my extended period of me time. Wish me luck peeps. I really do need it at this moment in time.

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Sabrina said…
Hello lovely,

I understand that it's a very daunting process to move into a new place - especially as your friends all seem to go back home at the same time.

Why don't you set up a forwarding address with the Post Office (think it's about £26 for 6 months) which means that you can change addresses one at a time and it's not that bad if you forget one. I always do that, peace of mind and all. Am around this Saturday and can help you if you want. I'm quite good at carrying stuff, have done it so many times myself. ;)

It'll be all worth-while once the hard stuff is over. Living on your own is such a nice thing and it'll help you be even more independant going forward. Let me know if I can help you at all - and if it's just happy thoughts! :)

Lots of love, you can do it!!!

Sabrina

P.S.: Had a Sally Lunn bun on Saturday and was thinking of you... xx

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