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Sunday, January 22, 2006

saying hello, saying goodbye



Yesterday we picked up the keys for the new place and started measuring the rooms. We think we like Forest Hill and East Dulwich a lot. This marks almost the end of a mini-era of several months living homeless-style on floors and in sitting rooms, and spending every other weekend shuttling back and forth to storage facilities laden with boxes and furniture in varying degrees of obsolescence, struggling to compress the necessities of life into overnight bags.

It also marks the end of a maxi-era as we clear out our old family home in boring North London, taking some very difficult decisions along the way. Among which, bidding adieu to the personages pictured - the principals of our animistic/polytheistic childhood pantheon. I might post some more details of their lives, myths, characters, politics etc in the future, but on the other hand it's a bit embarrassing, so I might not.

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