Last weekend I moved flat—from one side of hall to the other—to make way for a development company to come in and arrange for the demolition of my old flat. Not quite the scene from Pixar’s Up!, but because the student hall of residence in which I live and work is to be extended over the next year.
So, I moved from here…
Yeah, I know. It’s almost identical.
That’s certainly made it easier to unpack, but it has been unexpectedly unsettling.
On the morning after I moved, I woke up in my (almost identical) bedroom and wondered where the wireless network point, that I previously could see from my bed, had gone from the ceiling in the hallway.
I got up and walked into my (almost identical) living room. It simply looked like someone had packed everything into boxes, changed the view outside my windows, and then left.
This flat has different creaks and noises at night. The heating system sounds different, as does the washing machine. Not things that I would have anticipated, but when everything else looks so similar it’s quite disconcerting.
This flat also seems to have more avian visitors. There is a small family of I-haven’t-worked-out-what-yet living in a nest near the front door, and a few nosy jackdaws that have got up close and personal, as well as ripped open a black bin bag that I’d dumped outside for a couple of hours while I waited for the rain to go off.
What is nice is that on this side of hall, I can hear birds singing in the morning. There is less foot traffic on this side, too. I’m looking forward to the relative quiet, and fewer disruptions at night—my previous flat was on one of the main paths in and out of hall.
After only a few hours, last weekend, my oldest, Reuben, said, “I’m really beginning to feel settled in your new flat, daddy.” After a few days to unpacking and getting used to the new sounds, so am I.
If you want to come visit, you will be made most welcome.