So for the next 6 months I will be living in two places. The house near Liverpool is finally mine. I’ve started to move in. Just two bags on the aircraft and a few things bought while I was there on the first trip. First night felt like being in somebody else’s house, but once the locksmith had come round to sort out all of the locks (the front door opens without having to jiggle the key) it now feels more like home. Next trip I intend driving so I can take a few larger items over. But it has certainly made me aware that I need to get to that flea market to get rid of a lot of the stuff that is cluttering up the house.
The difference between the two places is dramatic. In the UK there are open gates that people walk through without invitation. Having lived here for a while I feel a little bit put out by this. Why should somebody think it is right to walk on my property just because they want to make money from me? Just go away unless I invite you! It’s not being grumpy – honest. It’s just something that we have grown up to accept in the UK – that people can enter our property without invitation. I still remember that the majority of the paper I threw out when living in the UK was unwanted stuff that had been stuck through my letterbox. I don’t want to recycle this paper – I don’t want it cycled in the first place.
At least there is a good fish and chip shop nearby….