So excited to leave London tomorrow and jump on a plane to NY and see Greg.
It’s been a whirlwind of leaving parties, furious packing, no sleep, more packing and resourcefulness and a sudden lack of utensils so far.
The last two days have been packing madness and creative genius. I was quite proud of pilfering additional free Evening Standards to line my boxes until they ran out. How to pack my towels and paintings?
How to vacuum pack without a vacuum? Ah Angus to the rescue (hint just fall asleep on the vacuum bag it gets all the air out!
Then more mundane realisations of an empty house, like umm now the removalists have gone, I need to cut my dinner with something….
Luckily I traded a houseplant for a knife. The barter system is alive and well in London I am pleased to say.
Now as I face my final day in London the sun decides to shine….of course!
Let’s just hope I can fit everything into my new bag (it’s tenuous right now…)!!
New York here I come!
