So I’ve been running around like a headless chook these past few days, not writing like I should be, but packing up to move to one of the Scottish Isles on the west coast.
It’s been real, packing was the easy part. I’ve been taping boxes for what seems like eons. Tomorrow those boxes will be sent ahead of me, and they will arrive a day after me. Hopefully in one piece, and nothing lost. One can only hope.
I’m not going in blind, I’ve actually been based in my new home for six months now. I’m just making it permanent. It’s a bit scary for me making a big old commitment like this. I’ve been drifting around the U.K. for the last five years. Now I’m settling down for a bit. What a big old adventure that will be.
Robin Alexis 