The moving diaries
After months of waiting around and generally putting life on hold. sveinn and I officially begin living apart tomorrow. Yes, we've both already moved away from the old flat, but tomorrow is the day the lease ends. I signed my new lease on the 17th and moved most of my stuff last weekend. Now I'm surrounded by boxes and mess, but I'm in a lovely little place of my own with fields on either side and friendly chickens for neighbours. Hurrah!
I expected that moving last weekend would have been the hard part, but it turns out that tomorrow is the hard part. We've been finalising stuff at the old place, clearing out, cleaning and Freecycling, and it's all hitting home that it's coming to an end. For the most part I've handled this whole thing with a degree of positivity, but there have been moments of sheer meltdown, and AAAAAAAAAARRGGGGGGHHHH! Tomorrow it seems is to be the most acute of these moments. I've been having blubs all week so far, and tomorrow at 1.30pm will probably see me in a right old teary mess.
I also miss my Buffy. She's encamped at sveinn 's new place and is settling in and being fussed and spoilt. The hardest part about last weekend was taking Murphy and having to leave her behind. It was beyond heartbreaking. I have my Murphy however, who is as much the snuggly, dribbly, purry ball of fluff he ever was. He's looking after me and will enjoy his new surroundings when I eventually let him go outside (which will be soon as he's getting under my feet).
I will enjoy my new neighbourhood. I have contacts in the area anyway, and I've already been signed up to help out with a monthly sound healing evening and belly dancing classes. There are country walks aplenty and the one local pub I've experienced so far is rather lovely, serving yummy food right on the River Orwell. I'm further away from London though, and I'm returning less and less. I wish I could return more often, but organising a bed for the night is often a pain in the rear.
Living by myself is going to be fab. It's something I'm very clearly meant to do, especially considering who my Power Animal is. Bring it on, I say.
Think of us tomorrow. Especially as I'll probably be trying to have a conversation with the letting agent in tears, with Alice Cooper-style mascara-run. Ah well.