Today I moved out of my pretty house. Bye, bye house. I could have delayed it a few more days, but it had to be done. I rented the same apartment as last summer starting 1 June, so why wait? I’m sorry that the cats have to move twice. It’s hard for kitties to adjust to new places. And on top of that they will no longer be able to go outdoors -- not here nor in their new permanent home.
In fact, I was looking forward to this move. Not that I wanted to stay in this apartment or the village particularly, but it’s the first real step towards the next phase of my life and I wanted to get started.
This mini-move was a kind of practice for the bigger move up to Figueres. I packed up all the things I will need in the next three weeks (the movers will take the bulk of all my glorious stuff), plus the two cat carriers and all their food and toiletries (cats also have stuff) and saw that yes, it did all fit into the car. The big difference is that the trip from the soon-to-be-sold house to this apartment was 15 minutes driving, whereas Figueres will take at least three hours. That drive will be harder on the cats. And on me. Felix meowed most of the way here. Three hours of that will do me in. Hopefully they will both just nap the whole way.