Sinan Writes This

Bored of Moving Inches at a Time. Relocating Should be a Worldwide Affair

My girlfriend and I are deep into the slow, tedious process that is moving house. It’s not even really moving house. First of all, we live in a flat - but moving flat just sounds dumb. Second of all, we’re moving to another flat within the block, one a half-flight of stairs below. So it’s not really a proper relocation.

And yet in terms of effort it’s every bit as tiresome. We still have to box everything up and shift it down the narrow staircase, all the while builders are drilling noisily around us. As if living right next to Central Line wasn’t noisy enough. 

On a side note, people often talk bout hearing the Central Line in my Big Red Potion appearances. It really is THAT close. Let me put it this way: I can tell which newspaper a passenger’s reading from my vantage point. I have forgotten what quiet actually is.

Back on topic: on top of the physical shifting of things, there’s the wearisome admin - even if all that’s changed is a number - and the downtime of no electricity, no Internet, no water etc. To add insult to injury, we have to pay an extra £150 rent for the new accommodation and the housing firm hasn’t exactly been clear as to what we’re getting in return for all this money. Not working TV - the fun of living too close to the BBC.

I am already tired of West London and even more tired of barely moving an inch within it. I always told myself that I would spend some time abroad. I’ve now moved house six times in the last four years within the same city. I am beyond bored of it. I should take advantage of the fact that, career-wise, I am not tied down to London, and start to consider spending a year or two not just out of London but out of the UK too.

Saying it, of course, is one thing. For now, I have to make do with moving from one cramped flat into another just like it. I will be glad when this week is over.