It hasn't really sunk in that in a week someone else will be in my house. Lighting my AGA wood burner, enjoying my power shower. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I wish I could feel excited about the move. As though it was my choice.
I haven't seen my new house since May. On my first viewing I loved it. I really hope that next Tuesday I feel the same and that I haven't made a mistake. I've gone for an unknown area, the house doesn't fit my brief, it's missing the vital parking space that I wanted. Oh god, what have I done!