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It started, as these things often do, with a decision. My partner and I had just bought a new sofa. Deep green velvet, cushions you cou...

It was a grey Tuesday morning when my phone rang. Not the kind of ring that signals a chat about the next dinner party, but the persist...

Moving house is one of those strange life experiences that somehow manages to be both deeply exciting and stunningly stressful at the s...

It’s a strange feeling, standing in the middle of an empty room that once echoed with your life. The sofa indent on the carpet, the vag...

The sofa that cradled you during lonely evenings. The spoon you always reach for when stirring your tea. The half-read book gently fold...

Few things in life feel as emotionally complicated as packing up your life and moving because your job says it’s time. It can strike li...

You don’t realise how much you own until you try to put it all in boxes. That’s one of the first lessons I learned when I decided to mo...

The First Step is a SmileI remember the day we moved. A grey sky draped over cardboard boxes that seemed to multiply as soon as we unpa...

I remember the day I stood in my kitchen, surrounded by cardboard boxes and a mix of excitement and dread. I was moving. A new city, a ...

It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve moved—each time, it feels a little like pressing reset on your life. Every mug, picture frame, ...