Cellotape everywhere…

Editor’s note: Effi Mai has recently moved from Wales to London, we think it’s because she wants to be closer to us… in fact, we could use a bit of cellotape around here

It’s the big move.
Well it’s the big move this week.
I’m currently sitting on a box, writing on a box, thinking about boxes and there’s cellotape everywhere.

Packing has to be the most boring mind destroying task on the planet.
Even worse that working at a check-out doing the “beep-beep” thing or knitting socks for your cat.

At first when the move was still all new I got some proper boxes, got the label maker out and wrote out detailed descriptions before taping everything up neatly all in a buzz of excitement and a spring in my step.
Today however, I shoved some fairy lights, an exercise DVD, a phone charger, a blender and a pair of knickers into a plastic bag and scrawled the words ‘bag of crap’ across the top.

I expertly packed all my clothes, sorted them all, colour coded, alphabetised,  ironed, folded and packed them all up only to realise I haven’t got anything to wear for the next few days, while I’m wondering aimlessly around Wales.

So yes, it’s goodbye rainy Wales with all its farmer’s sons and seagull shit. I’m grabbing my cellotape, my cat and say hello the shiny bright lesbian lights of London.

Lets see how it goes..

Effi Mai writes at FemmeFace, she wears stripy and spotty dresses a lot of the time, loves tequila, unicorns and dancing with glitter. When she’s not busy writing, she’s one half of event organising duo MissFit.