After I wrote that last post I went and vacuumed the car ready for our road-trip to the new city. Then I hit. the. wall. Absolutely hit the wall. Just collapsed, all the stress and adrenaline from the house-sale finally got to me and I had to get into bed and sleep for two hours. In the afternoon! Haven't done that since I was pregnant.
My face has now broken out in zits and I'm really exhausted from waking every morning at 4-5am with a million details running around in my brain. The sadness has come back, all my lovely friends are giving me sweet gifts and saying nice things about the time we've shared, there are a lot of tears from everyone. This is like an endless rolling excruciating farewell and I'm so over it. I'm sorry I'm so over it, I hate this sadness, I just want to get out of here now.
I cried in bed last night watching some crap on tele, and I had some pangs about never drinking again which shows that I'm feeling vulnerable. Those pangs can piss off.
Anyway, onward and upwards! I just want to get the goodbyes over with now and get the fuck out of dodge. The house is full of boxes and we're down to our suitcases which will go into the car tomorrow. We're taking a few days to drive to the new city and will meet the truck at our rental there early next week.
So ... see you on the other side. By then I will have shed many more tears but hopefully the excitement about things to come will have come to the fore more.
Love, Mrs D xxx