Kitty

Moving Home

Moving Home

Kitty finished her list and made a start on the dresser in the hall, gathering the detritus that had gathered in the bits-and-bobs drawer: old packets of mints, elastic bands, taxi flyers, pizza coupons and even half a tennis ball. She opened the big black bin liner and lobbed the lot into it.

Sophie’s words played in her head. The girl was right; this was a time for happiness – good, good things were happening! She bunched up the bin liner and grabbed her mobile, pressing the number on speed dial.

‘Hello, you! … No, nothing’s wrong. Just wanted a chat. … I am surrounded by boxes, which are making me itch to get moving. Truth be told, I think this bit between deciding to go and actually going is the hardest part. I feel a little in limbo. But that said, instead of sorting and packing and making any kind of progress, I’ve spent the laziest of mornings, idling over photographs, doing the easiest chores and drinking coffee! And that’s why I’m calling – I need a bit of reassurance.’ She took a deep breath.

‘Cold feet?’ She laughed loudly and cradled the phone to her face. ‘No, never. Nothing like that. I just I just wanted to hear your voice…’