In 24 hours or so, I should be on my way back from Portsmouth, having let the removal men shift my stuff out of storage.
In 48 hours or so, all my stuff will (hopefully) have found its way to the West Midlands.  And I will most likely be sat looking at it all thinking "Where the hell do I start?"
But it closes a chapter and starts a new one.
Hopefully the one with all the sex in...

I still have no job.
All my stuff is in store in Portsmouth.
The house sale is slowly going through.
I no longer consider myself a resident of Gosport.

Some of these are positives (yay!) but the big negative is still there: I still have no job.  Some would argue that I am being too fussy, but I still have no concept of most of my abilities.  That and I see a job I like and there is the inevitable caveat "Full Driving Licence Required".  Yes, I could try and take my driving test again, but I know I will only fail it again.  My nerves will get the better of me.  Why keep throwing money at it?  I'd like something majorly good to happen - all the good stuff feels minor or all part of the plan.  But that would require luck.  And luck is not something I have...  And if I hear anybody say "You make your own luck" I reply "Nobody gave me the recipe!"