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Moving houses is shifting mountains
Especially those that have grown over time
What word should I begin with? Well it all depends on how you look at it.
Fortunately or unfortunately.
The time has come for my grandmother to move, from her house into an apartment. Quite a change for someone who has entered her 10th decade on this planet and has spent almost half of those in this house.
Yet the fear of an accident or injury has increased over the years, and such things can lead to something finite that she could still be a decade (or two) away from.
There I was though, seeing this woman who has lived through births, deaths, weddings, coronations, jubilees, recessions, a pandemic and a war, extremely fearful of the move. Could I grasp why?
My gypsy blood
After 18 years of living in the same house, I was finally out of the door. Finally for my parents that is, after 34 years of having kids at home.
I moved into halls, a year later into a house, and a year after that abroad, at first I shared an apartment, and then a hostel room. I went back to the UK to shared apartment, then back abroad into an apartment, then to a hostel, then to another apartment.
