On Saturday, Sayed and I moved out of our little flat in Walthamstow. We’re sad to say goodbye to the area, our fantastic neighbours and friends and the daily life we’d settled into. Nevertheless, it’s time to move on.
So, I spent most of last week scratching my head staring into boxes, then forgetting what was inside as soon as they were taped shut. Now, after a sweaty day packing and unpacking the van (kindly driven by Sayed’s cousin John!) I’m back at my parents’ home getting ready for the next stage – Glasgow!