The blog today is being written in a house where nearly everything is packed in cardboard boxes awaiting a house move. I’m sitting in a room that was once my ‘office’, where I got most of my writing done, surrounded by near content-less furnishings, some dismantled, and I’m feeling vaguely ghostly. A spirit haunting premises that were once laden with the imprint of me and are now in the process of reverting to anonymity.
The circumstances are essentially happy, there are no regrets about this move, but there’s a touch of the bittersweet too. I came to live in Shaftesbury (a small town at the northern tip of the county of Dorset, for any readers unfamiliar with the UK) just over three years ago with a very different set of expectations to those I hold now. Some emotional twists and turns awaited me, and some of the expectations were shattered. Yet the town itself drew me into its social life and held a welcome. I chose to stay here.
So the move is not from Shaftesbury, but to another house within the town that’s suitable for myself and partner to share. We haven’t found it yet but getting out of our individual houses first is a part of the process. And this one has done me well enough and been a good home – hence the feelings of which I write.
So up in an attic bedroom whose dormer window looks out to a fairly distant view of the first hills of Cranborne Chase, the boxes are piling up. Although it was one of the house’s most attractive features I never made much use of it until more recent times. The rest of the house was my main domain, the work space here, a smaller first floor bedroom and the ground floor. Being mid-terrace it was cosy and economic to keep warm in winter. I filled the walls with psychedelic and art nouveau-ish artworks and drapes, enjoyed my books and recorded music, shunted ‘Wilful Misunderstandings’ out into the world and made a start on novel. All good stuff, and doubtless more to come in new circumstances.
But hey, you probably know what I’m saying. End of a chapter and all that. I’m not going to go on a my usual length. There’s still plenty to be done before it all gets shifted on Thursday and the house will be emptied ready for some repairs to the rather crap chipboard flooring. So this is just a wave and a hello. Normal service to be resumed in two weeks time, more or less.
I leave you with, I hope, a video from YouTube of Loudon Wainwright III’s take on this whole moving thing.