Hello my friends, just me, checking in - I hope everyone is ok on this long, dreary Sunday afternoon.
I am moving house at the end of the month - it’s time to leave this rental that I shared with Tom. My new place is lovely, light and nearby my friends and my familiar places. The boxes are here, the bags are here - it is time for me to start to pack, one drawer at a time. Alone.
I made a big start yesterday - clothes, kitchen stuff, no problem. Today, though, it was different. I went to put the juicer in a bag and then, from nowhere, grief. Winded, I had to stop.
I was hit because I remembered buying it and Tom slotting it into place, there on the counter where it has sat ever since - for 5 years. I trudged upstairs, thinking “clearing the socks drawer will help”. Reader, it did not. I have given up for today and have come down here to the desk, to tell you about it as I know you will understand.
Crikey - this is all so hard. This move is the last one for a long time, and I go where Tom was not - so a big step ahead but also away from our lives together.
I reckon when I am in the new place, it will be ok - but it’s the getting there that is going to hurt and I need to be ready for that.
Tomorrow, I head to London to pick up my visa for France - a sliver of light in this gloomy day.
Take care, my friends, take care,
Loads of love,