I've begun packing to move out of my apartment. I feel strange, I've never had to leave somewhere I can never come back to and I can't imagine it. This is a new beginning in many ways, I think living in such a beautiful place will make me feel more warm and positive. I can't wait for the sunshine, sitting outside on the patio on an afternoon, drinking tea, smoking cigarettes, reading. Just a few paces away there's the busy city, yet the house is so hidden away it's like another world. I've spent today buying cardboard boxes and plant pots.