NS September 30th, 2007

The past week has been very hard on me, physically. I’ve been lugging boxes, scrubbing various surfaces, reaching for high shelves, stripping wallpaper, sanding and filling walls and making numerous trips to Homebase. I’m usually on my feet for the majority of the time I am awake, only sitting down to eat or grab a few minutes online. I also went horse-back riding yesterday for the first time in about five years, for an hour-long hack through Richmond Park. The ride started at 8am so I had to be up at 6, before the sun had even come up. I didn’t get to bed until 12.30 the following morning. Every night, when I collapse into bed, I feel more tired than I did the previous day and feel as if the work will never end.

Moving is hard.

As you can imagine, my muscles are very sore. From my neck down through my sanding-weary arms, through my inner thighs down to my calves, and throughout my entire back, I ache.  I’m covered in bruises, scratches and paint chips. My hair is matted, I haven’t worn makeup in days and I’m fishing odd socks out of random boxes every day and getting dressed in the spare room because I still don’t have a blind or curtain up in my room.

Moving is ugly.

I want to curl up and be done with it, but we still have a way to go. Sigh. Don’t get me wrong, I love our new house. But right now? Being a homeowner sucks.

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