Now that we’ve decided that we’re moving (ie. leaving France!)…the question is when? We’ve decided to aim for the end of March, though that seems pretty soon to me.
Anyway, I’ve started to put together a list of all the furniture that we need to either give away or sell before then and I’m getting all sentimental over crappy bits of Ikea furniture!
Each piece seems to have a memory attached to it. For example, the Ikea kitchen table that gave Pépé 2 huge blisters and several dents to his manhood as he struggled to put it together without a drill, the futon that welcomed several overseas visitors (both wanted and unwanted!), the underwear drawer that kept falling apart thus spilling its contents into the drawer below…the list goes on.
This move is going to be a tough one.
And it’s just the beginning.