Before I left London lots of the people I love kept saying to me “Look after yourself”. I knew exactly what they meant. I would have said the same thing to them if they were leaving. My interpretation was eat well, don’t try and do too much, get some rest, don’t stress...
On the morning we left I woke early. I couldn’t handle the impact of my emotion. I felt strong but I needed to be alone to work out what to do with it. So I went to the bottom of the garden and wrote this message to myself:
Home is where the heart is. Right? Well my home has just been packed into 365 cubic feet of shipping cargo and 11 very large bags. And it’s hurting my heart.
A few weeks ago I wrote about ambush goodbyes – the intense experience of realising that I won’t see someone aga...
Yesterday was a massive day. I didn’t realise it at the time, but today I can feel the impact.
We sent our stuff for shipping. Our house is practically empty now. We have 3 beds, 1 sofa, and a table left to go into storage. And we have some toys, 2 mugs, a few plates...
