You'll all have to excuse me while I have a solo dance party in honour of my soon-to-be city and the best weather I could hope for it in October!
Only 45 days to go....
It's getting to that point for me and for my family that this move is real. I found myself crying at the most random and, let's face it, inconvenient times this week. My mother asks every day how many days I have left in Canada (she knows I'm using a tracking app to watch the days tick away). She's at the point where she's getting tearful just thinking about it and talking on the phone.
Then I have mornings like this one where I wonder why on Earth I'm crying. This is going to be fun. Better than fun. Amazing. And life-changing. And exciting. Crying is for sad things (mostly). This isn't a sad thing. The people in my life will still be there...I'll just have to work harder to connect with them. I've gotten some practice as of late in connecting with someone further afield than my own city or province. It's been very eye-opening to me that I can maintain a fulfilling friendship and a meaningful connection with someone on the other side of the country. I'm glad to have this friendship and know that even further distance won't disrupt this rhythm. That gives me hope for all those friendships I'm scared of losing.
I figured out this feeling I have all the time: it's low-level anticipation. It's the kind of anticipation you get when you're waiting for Christmas. Or your birthday, if you're not down with Christmas. Or maybe Halloween. Maybe you're just really into Halloween. Regardless, it's the type of anticipation that you can't do anything about. The date is fixed. You can't speed up time and you can't skip a few days to get there sooner. You just have to wait. And wait. And wait.
So I'm waiting.
The one really poor thing about this type of anticipation, however, is that (for me, at least) it leads to inactivity. I get so consumed by the end that I forget I have to continue living my life until it arrives. I can't just sit around the house hitting "sync" in Byline Reader on my iPad. Or playing endless rounds of backgammon against the computer as the clock slowly counts down. Heaven help me if that's how I spend my last less-than-two months in Canada.
My new mission is to include more "living" and less "waiting" into the daily routine. I have to get out there and see friends. I should probably also consider starting packing piles. And maybe plan a few going away parties. Probably a birthday party too, considering my 30th birthday will take place three days before we board our plane.
Right, time to crack on.
The days are running down faster than I expected.
We went to the cottage this past weekend for Thanksgiving. It was the last time that I'll likely see a number of my family members, including my brother. On the one hand, I was sad, but on the other it felt unreal in part because of how many days we still have in Canada and in part because of how ill I felt for unrelated reasons. It's a bit odd not knowing when I'll see my brother again. We've been apart more than we've been together during his lifetime, so it's normal for us in a way, but at least I've always known vaguely when we'd be face to face again.
My cousin is looking to visit us and I suggested she visit in January or February. I'd be thrilled if that actually came to fruition. We'll be living in our hotel for those months which makes it a little cramped, but it also means that I'll likely not be working and can show her around in proper tourist fashion.
Work has been all sorts of crazy lately. The store that I work for was sold and the new owners are relying on me to supply them with much of the information that they're going to need to run the store upon my departure. It's the absolute last thing I want to be doing during my last few months in Canada. I hate that this has been put on me during a time in my life when I'd really like to make work a secondary or tertiary concern. I've always put this job ahead of other aspects of my life and it makes me feel almost taken for granted that I'm going to continue to do so when the job and the future of the store has so little bearing on my future. *sigh* But I'm also not the sort of person who can do their job at a lesser level of satisfaction. It's like I've been trapped into this ordeal, without my consent and without any consideration toward my own quality of life.
So that's what's been making me crazy these last few months. Too much on my plate from a job that I won't hold in two months or be able to come back to upon our return to Canada.
Our accommodations are being booked today in London. After that, we'll have flights booked and all the other necessities. Our passports were renewed, complete with serial-killer-esque photo for me and a visa is in the works. The trip we're taking to Chazieux for Christmas has been planned and it appears we'll be taking an overnight ferry for part of the trip. I'm curious about this ferry business. I hated the overnight train we took from Paris to Florence. I can't imagine a ferry is any better.
Oh, and our yard sale was a huge success! I forgot to mention that people came in droves to buy our cast-offs, to the tune of nearly $900! It felt great to get rid of so much of our things, but it was also the coldest day of the month thus far.
One less thing to do. We must soldier on.
Everything has been so time-consuming lately and it's left me feeling as though I'm disappointing a lot of people. I don't have time to do it all and it's starting to wear on me. I want to be able to see everyone and spend time with the people I care about, but I'm also stressed about not getting everything done in time for the move. It feels, a lot of the time, like people don't understand the amount of work this is for us. And for me especially, with work being a lot more hectic in the next couple of months for various reasons. I hate being made to feel as though I'm letting people down when I can't do it all, attend everything, commit to each person exactly when they want me to be there. I've never handled that well in the best of times, so right now is even more anxiety-inducing for me. I don't like the idea that I'll be leaving for two years, having disappointed the majority of the people I love and care for.