As I lie here, nestled in my duvet, my whole body is fizzing with excitement. My toes are subconsciously curling and I can't stop smiling. I think you have guessed why... I am no longer in my airy, double glazed Georgian flat, I am tucked away in Puku's little sleeping cabin for the very first time.
At about 7pm tonight, after several hours of packing and cleaning, I set the burglar alarm and closed the door of my flat for the very last time. I squeaked with excitement, bounced down the stairs and drove my car, laden with my worldly possessions, off towards my new home. Not far mind you: three streets and thirty seconds later I swung into my new driveway to be greeted by Puku peeking at me from behind the dangling branches of a beautiful horse chestnut tree.
This may seem like a fairly simple undertaking, but the journey we have both been on just to get to this point is worthy of a moments reflection and and celebration. This is my dream coming true.
Some people see vehicles as mere objects, but this old girl has a beautiful energy. She feels like a grandmother, inviting you in to her gentle, loving, mischeivous heart. And as I began to unload my boxes, I sensed a new partnership, a vow to future adventures, form. Which may explain why the pair of us have already had a scrape with the local law enforcement..
But that's a tale for another day. Right now I need to figure out how I'm going to pee. In my excited flurry to move in I seem to have neglected to plan for natures most basic of callings..
Mmm, bubbles and beautiful views.
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