And here we are, with less than a week until the Big Move.
I’m sorry, but I think I’ve inadvertently fallen into a time travel situation? Because I swear the last 6 weeks has gone by in two days.
The reality of moving away from the life we know and love, and on to a new adventure, has really hit me in the last few days. And, I think it has hit Princess as well. She seems to fluctuate between super excited, devastatingly sad, and hyperactively silly, about a million times each day.
There have been tears already – today we opened our home up to any friends who wanted to spend time with us before we go, and from 11am until just now (nearly 10pm) we had a constant stream of people coming in and out. It was amazing, it was exhausting, and it was sad.
Two of the hardest people to say goodbye to today were my Mum and Step Dad. They live 4 hours away from here, but we see them at least once every two months. It was hard today, saying goodbye to them knowing that the next time we see them will probably be after xmas. I was doing ok with my tears until Princess started crying and crying. She set me off, and we just stood there crying as BabyGirl happily waved, “BYE GRANDMA! BYE GRANDAD! SEE YOU CHRISTMASSSSS”.
Mr T cleared out our shed today, and had the nerve to call me a hoarder. I mean, honestly. I am not a hoarder. I am a Collector of Important Things and Memories, thankyouverymuch.
We have hired a giant skip bin, and we seem to be having a skip bin battle. He puts things in, I take them out. He tried to throw away my old airline uniform that I have lovingly kept for ten years. He said it was junk! Um, hello? I said it was worth a lot of money, not to mention the memories. He said he looked forward to retiring on it. I politely informed him that I did not appreciate his sarcasm.
And so here we are. Tomorrow we are holding Princess’s 6th Birthday party. It’s two weeks early, but this way she gets to enjoy it with her friends. We have argued all day about whether or not she is actually turning six tomorrow. You’d think I, of all people, would know what day she was born, given that I was there, doing most of the work.
Monday, the packers come to pack our stuff. I plan to hover.
Tuesday, the movers come to take our stuff.
Wednesday we clean.
Thursday, we fly out. On our big adventure. The Big Move.
It doesn’t feel real, but it’s leaning that way. And, truth be told, I’m actually leaning towards excitement myself.
Am I ready? No. But I will be. They never said this adult business was easy, right?