The beginning of the end at Kadesh

The kitchen at Kadesh, empty.
The kitchen at Kadesh, now finally empty.

This has been a good weekend for support and help from friends, and thanks to them Kadesh is now empty and ready for a new boiler (next week) and handover (the following week).

Last week as I began to dismantle the furniture at Kadesh Jane packed up the crockery and kitchenware. Yesterday (Saturday) we moved most of our belongings out of Kadesh with the help of our good friend and neighbour Yvonne into an empty room in our other lovely neighbours Iain and Lisa’s house.

The final item of furniture — a large Ikea unit (from the Magiker range, thanks for asking) — was moved with the kind help of another friend, Roger, after I’d cheekily e-mailed him and invited him to a Moving House Party next month! Roger kindly phoned back to say that he’d be away then but would be in Fife that very day so if we needed a hand he’d gladly pop by on his return to West Lothian. We did and so he arrived in the early evening to give us a hand. (Thanks Roger!)

Today we moved the last few boxes and the fridge (with more muscle-power from next-door neighbour Ian), and I broke my little trolley when we moved the washing machine out. Now our entrance hall is packed with … stuff.

Full hallway
A less-than-empty entrance hall in our rental property.

Jane and I returned to the living room in the rental property and slumped down on the sofa, surrounded by boxes, pictures, paintings and the four doors from the Magiker unit, feeling a strange combination of elation that we’d cleared the house in record time mixed with sadness that we’re saying goodbye to such a lovely property.

Kadesh was the right place for us at the time. It really has been a blessing — a holy place, set apart — for not only us but others too, both friends and strangers. I said to Jane this evening that I was glad that we had the opportunity to share this house with others. When we bought the property in 2004 we were the only people interested in it, the only people to put in an offer and we got it for bang-on what we were advised it was worth. It very much felt like a gift from God. Much the same has happened with the property into which we are moving early next month. What a blessing.

I’m excited to be moving on, even if the next four weeks will feel like our lives are on hold. Every other move has been been at the end of a job, the end of a chapter in our lives. This move is different: neither of us has changed jobs, life goes on, we’re just relocating.

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Gareth Saunders

I’m Gareth J M Saunders, 46 years old, 6′ 4″, father of 3 boys (including twins). Latterly, web architect and agile project manager at the University of St Andrews and warden at Agnes Blackadder Hall. Currently on sabbatical. I am a priest in the Scottish Episcopal Church, and I sing with the NYCGB alumni choir.

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