Ok, so I was out with the dog this morning and thinking about the move...and then my stomach lurched. The time of day and the quality of the light reminded me of my first morning in England and the light around St. Pancras. I've had a few "whoa, this is happening" moments in the last few months, but none that were quite so vivid.
I'm so going to be that girl at the airport crying her eyes out as we depart from Canada.
This past weekend was spent staring down every item in our house and making the T.S.P. call. We were both working full-tilt and I think we covered more ground than both of us ever hoped to in two days. Our basement is jammed full of sale stuff and I'm thoroughly excited to get this sale done. The sheer amount of the items we're parting with was a surprise and we were so brutal in our decision making.
It feels like such a big part of prepping for our move and moving past this weekend will make me feel a lot lighter and closer to our date. Now the sorting and pricing begins...I do love a little project. Ha ha...
Ok, I'm indulging myself right now and imaging a thousand wonderful things I want to do when we move to England. All I can really manage to type out right now (time is an issue this morning), is that I'm sooooooo excited!!!!
I just want to get there.
That is all. Back to your regularly scheduled day.
