Last Sunday was significant to me for two reasons. The first significance was handing the keys back to the estate agent, or rather, posting them through the estate agent's door. It was a very busy weekend. I had the girls again this weekend so my task was to ensure everything was taken out of the flat, while keeping the kids happy. I decided to do as much of the evacuation as possible while the kids were asleep, so again it was an early rise for me. It seemed a shame to be throwing food away, but I had offered it to friends and there was still a fair bit left to put in the bin. Mops, buckets, dusters, cups, plates - into black bags and into the communal bin outside. I was given a coffee machine by my girlfriend some time ago, and it was a shame to have to throw this out as well - but it too, went to where the rubbish ends up.
This weekend, I could feel my temper getting shorter - aggravation in my head. The work load of the past two months was having an effect.
1) Overseas project assignment
2) Change of job.
3) Flat evacuation.
4) Nomadic transition.
There was no break between finishing one job and starting another - and I wouldn't recommend this when you also have to organise a complete lodgings and living transition as well. In retrospect I should have taken a week off work to get the house clearance completed.
By 4 pm Sunday everything had been removed from the flat - either thrown out or put into my van. It was then time to say goodbye to the apartment, which made me quite happy but the kids were upset to be seeing their weekend play zone for the last time. I took the kids back to their mother, and walked around the corner to the real estate agent's shop. I placed the keys in an envelope, opened the slot in the door, and slid the envelope through. The envelope dropped to the floor inside the shop.
I got into the van, with all my belongings in the world, and drove back to the Chichester camp site.
The second significance of March 20, 2011? - It was my birthday. Fourty three and totally free.
Peace to All.