When the email arrived, I dropped to the floor. Swear words aimed at no one in particular followed. Then came the tears. And soon I was struggling to catch my breath. After just a few months, I was being kicked out of my house. The reasons were complicated and unprecedented, and I won’t go into them here. But needless to say, it was a low blow. Made more so by the fact that it would be my sixth time moving house in two years.
Given how frequently I’ve moved, you’d think that by now, this is a process I’ve become accustomed to. And in some ways, I have. Sell things you don’t need on Facebook Marketplace and try not to get scammed. Cancel all of the bills far in advance – and also try not to get scammed. Make sure the cat is OK. Order the packing boxes as soon as possible and organise them by room. Book the van to collect everything and make sure you ask for two people, not one. Check the cat is still OK. Don’t put all of the books in one box because the movers are not superheroes. Give some clothes to friends and donate others to charity. Check on the cat again.
