Moving

Who the hell needs cycling or running to keep fit? I've just discovered my new sport and calling in life; extreme moving.

Extreme moving involves taking the life and possessions of two grown people and packing it all into as many lift-able bags, boxes, and whatever else will pass for a container, as possible. Believe me, it is a sight to behold.

See, we made the mistake of thinking that we were there to stay. Which meant that we moved everything that was of any importance or use into our little flat in Dublin. It was lovely: cosy and secure; contained all of what we needed for comfort. However, this became problematic. You never really realise how much stuff you have until it comes time to pack it all up and move to the other end of the country.

I mean, it's not like we had all that much around the place; some clothes, a pile of books (hey, who doesn't!!), little bits and pieces, bags. Lots of bags actually, they are so nice and useful :D. However, it all adds up at the end of the day. I should have taken a pic of the whole thing, before and after, but I was in no form for it at the time. I'll see what I can do once it arrives in Cork.

So, after the stress of the packing thing came the extreme part of extreme packing; carrying it down the stairs and out the door to a waiting van. This was one of the toughest moves I've done, it took ages and involved more speedy stair climbs than I've done in my life to date, some of them with things that weighed in at a good proportion of what I do...

But it's now all done. All gone. Life moved. I have my kit bag and peli cases left in DURC, I'll grab them at a later date; the bag when I'm going to Germany, the peli when I need it. Oh, and in case I dropped in the Germany thing too subtly, you guessed it, I have to do it all over again then :( This time it'll be a different kind of moving, much more...selective. One bag. Including shooting jacket and other kit. That will be fun though :D

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A pic of most of our stuff...