It struck me over the last couple of days how surreal an experience this is. I have ended up focussed on so much of the detail of getting sorted at home that I have barely even thought about the fact that as of today (1st July) both Mich and I are (officially, totally, certainly and scarily) unemployed. For me this is the first time in 20 years without a job, and for Mich it stretches to 30 years, which is a mind boggling fact and already stored in my memory for future games of Mr & Mrs. She juggled work with education from the age of 13…. they certainly make them tough in Birmingham!
We have finally managed to rent our house out which was a big relief although we have agreed an 18 month let which is longer than we had planned to travel. Two days after agreeing to let it we were sat chilling out watching a 2010 episode of Escape to the Country (as you do) and who should be the feature couple on it? Only the couple who are about the move in to our place. Maybe 6 years later they finally found their dream house but unfortunately it belongs to us, so hands off!
The motorhome is now fully packed and we have been to the weigh bridge local to us. As a Motorhomer (…no? maybe one day) these are the things you need to be conscious of. You are only allowed to carry a certain amount of weight before 1) it is illegal and over-zealous post-Brexiter French police fine you on the spot and make you abandon items amounting to the surplus weight, but more importantly 2) your motorhome becomes unstable and unsafe. This was quite a nervous moment for me, especially as I have witnessed Michelle sneaking items into Knigel on a regular basis which I am sure were not on our packing list, but we passed with flying colours and are now confirmed ready.
We went over to our storage facility, which was rather depressing. Seeing all the “things” that we worked hard to possess being shoved into a container made me realise that this journey is absolutely the right thing to do – no one can put my memories and experiences into a container – it’s just stuff!
As such therefore we shall depart; not until though we take up the offer of a stunning lunch from our next door neighbours Andrew & Tricia who managed to cement that whilst we we had an exciting time ahead of us we were also leaving behind loving friends and family.