The first phase of the moving has started. Truck No 1 is to take all the overflow to storage. I'm not going to see any of this stuff, that has been part of my life forever, for at least another year. The question is will I want it again when I finally see it?
My bed is gone, as is most of my fabric and sewing stash and all my art equipment. I just kept one small box, mainly my watercolours. I have a week to adjust to having all these things out of my space and then Truck No 2 will arrive and we will be gone. My home of 30 years is going to another family. They have four young boys. I think Lady Doon is ready for all the excitement to come, she has embraced every other family who has lived here.
I wonder if the resident ghosts will make an appearance to them? The children and I all had experience of them. Maybe they have moved on as I haven't seen any of them for a good few years nowI I feel a bit like Frodo Baggins looking out the window and thinking "will I ever see this view again?' Probably not.
I am going to take the next week to grieve the loss of this life then turn my face into the sun and march on again. I am going to embrace every bit of it, not turn away from the parts that are too hard but experience every emotion. This kind of thing happens all the time to me. I never realise how much I love something until the time for parting comes.