The sound of tape guns is around me as the movers are here and the stuff I’m keeping is being packed to go to storage until I’m ready to ship to Europe.
There’s not much to show for twenty years. A couple of chairs, a rug, a couple of outdoor sofas which are too good to get rid of and a small collection of boxes with almost all my worldly possessions.
It’s strange to see how little I have to show for such a big part of my life.
|A few boxes|
It’s all just a little bit surreal.