'Sorry for the late notice, but we’ve got a truck coming past your way this afternoon who can drop off your stuff if you’re around?’
‘Oh! Yes, sure.’
I’d been expecting my stuff from the UK anytime around now, but I thought I might get a bit more notice than a few hours. Still, I was at home, so it was no bother and FINALLY I’d have all my stuff in one place.
How exciting! I jumped up straight away and started to make space in the spare room, like they were about to turn up that second. I had plenty of time, but for some reason felt I had to do it RIGHT THEN AND THERE.
The truck came earlier than expected; a swift delivery of all 35 packages deposited in my spare room. The delivery van left, and I stood there, just looking at it all.
The boxes contain my UK life. I’d waited 4 months for them since they set sail, and it’d been 6 years since it’d all got boxed up. I’d been getting excited about having more than one pair of scissors, or desperately waiting for some of my artwork. I’d said to Ben probably more than twenty times ‘in my container, I’ve got XY or Z’, but now here they were in front of me I was paralysed.
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