Much of the downstairs crap that needed doing has been done. Just need to pack clothes and stuff now and then the movers can come in and take everything away. No doubt I will forget to go to the Dry Cleaners and pick up the things I need for tomorrow, or forget something else important, but there's not alot left that I feel like doing tonight. Even though I could keep working until the small hours.
Our friends came over and helped with a bunch of stuff like emptying fridge/freezers and carrying some crap outside (thank you!). Dylan was playing with his mates and when it came to be time for them to go broke down into tears which lasted an hour or so until he went to sleep "sad because I don't want to leave my friends". Totally heartbreaking, the poor lamb :o( Keep trying to be positive with him but I feel so bad for him that he has to go through this.
G is out picking up a rental car as our van has now gone on the back of a truck to Seattle. I guess he'll be home at some point, not that I think I will sleep tonight - the last night in this house - anyway.
I'll be sad to leave this house, it has been a lovely house to live in. Very big, spacious, airy, bright, calm atmosphere, safe and welcoming. It has a good vibe to it. I have never felt that in a house before, I've always felt a little on edge or unsafe, but here I've felt good, never worried about being on my own if G was away for example. In London I used to be completely freaked out if I had to spend the night alone.... very unsafe. I hope I continue to feel safe in the US of A.
After that one brief moment of reflection and panic resurfacing, I'll be really glad when I am on that plane and all this stressy stuff is behind me - it's so hard to sit and calmly think on the good times or feel sad about going even, when you are worried sick about getting everything that needs to be done, done! G is very blase about the whole thing and tells me to stop panicking. I can't! Where's the valium?
Posted by katie at June 22, 2005 11:03 PM