YOOOOO-HOOOOOOO
I'm back! And it feels great!!!!
I dont know where to start.
Moving was huge. Again I was blown away with my friends....why am i still surprised about how utterly fantastic they are? ESHJ packed like a diva. Frankly doing things that scared me in her logical slightly 'faffy' way of doing things. Smalls room, which is chock-a-block-full of 8 year old girl stuff was packed in double quick time. Laa-Laa lifted, moved,packed,unpacked,lifted and organised all day. R.J. arrived with a new cooker, which he put in, and had also, because I trust him completely, chosen me a chest of drawers and a dressing table which he had arranged to be delivered later in the week. L.V. arrived like a whirling dervish and in an hour did more than I had done in 5. My Mum, aka Nigel Mansell, frankly, did more than she should have done, and Hugh did everything else.
I was out of one house and in another in 3 hours.
This feels like home. I used to work in a house 2 doors away, so I know the area and thats oddly reasuring. I am surrounded my old people that are ever so slightly deaf, so music can be loud!
Mima and Poggle arrived on sunday, so we are all together again.
The best bit for me on moving day was this. ...now before I tell you, you have to understand how horrific moving house is for me. I went to boarding school, an experiance I am greatful to my parents for, but actually really hated, so packing and unpacking is a nightmere for me. Every other time I have moved house I have done the absolute minimum . Leaving packing and unpacking to others, and finding solice under the duvet, lieing there with my eyes shut in a small ball wanting it all to go away. This time I packed with gusto. And was reasonably helpfull!!
but the bestest bit......when everyone had gone...and I had stopped thanking who-ever it is you are meant to thank in these situations. I walked around MY house naked. I am not a big fan of being naked..... especially when others might see, but I walked about grinning my head off.
Then I layed in MY bed, in MY house. I cant explain how good it felt. I have been on the sofa since december. And I love my bed, its big, and comfortable, and its mine. And walking round the house naked has been a big no-no for a long time.
I rang Small, who was at her Dads, (bless him, he offered to help move me too!! as he knows all too well how I am about moving) and told her all about it, and described her room and she was a bit scared but was excited as well.
Then for the hundreds and thousands on the icing of my cake of lovelyness, Mr W arrived, we went out for something to eat, and he said something that made me cry..... not in a bad way, you understand, its just that I couldnt do grinning anymore and the only other thing left to me was crying! ...we were listening to my all time favorate piece of music and we were standing looking at the garden from the window and he was hugging me. He said 'Welcome to the next part of your life'.
I passed it off as just a small comment, and I dont think he even realised I was crying (I went to baording school...you learn!) but it felt soooooo good.
I'm ready. Bring it on! I cant wait for it. With all the bits that go with it.
Its good to be back
lybxx
I dont know where to start.
Moving was huge. Again I was blown away with my friends....why am i still surprised about how utterly fantastic they are? ESHJ packed like a diva. Frankly doing things that scared me in her logical slightly 'faffy' way of doing things. Smalls room, which is chock-a-block-full of 8 year old girl stuff was packed in double quick time. Laa-Laa lifted, moved,packed,unpacked,lifted and organised all day. R.J. arrived with a new cooker, which he put in, and had also, because I trust him completely, chosen me a chest of drawers and a dressing table which he had arranged to be delivered later in the week. L.V. arrived like a whirling dervish and in an hour did more than I had done in 5. My Mum, aka Nigel Mansell, frankly, did more than she should have done, and Hugh did everything else.
I was out of one house and in another in 3 hours.
This feels like home. I used to work in a house 2 doors away, so I know the area and thats oddly reasuring. I am surrounded my old people that are ever so slightly deaf, so music can be loud!
Mima and Poggle arrived on sunday, so we are all together again.
The best bit for me on moving day was this. ...now before I tell you, you have to understand how horrific moving house is for me. I went to boarding school, an experiance I am greatful to my parents for, but actually really hated, so packing and unpacking is a nightmere for me. Every other time I have moved house I have done the absolute minimum . Leaving packing and unpacking to others, and finding solice under the duvet, lieing there with my eyes shut in a small ball wanting it all to go away. This time I packed with gusto. And was reasonably helpfull!!
but the bestest bit......when everyone had gone...and I had stopped thanking who-ever it is you are meant to thank in these situations. I walked around MY house naked. I am not a big fan of being naked..... especially when others might see, but I walked about grinning my head off.
Then I layed in MY bed, in MY house. I cant explain how good it felt. I have been on the sofa since december. And I love my bed, its big, and comfortable, and its mine. And walking round the house naked has been a big no-no for a long time.
I rang Small, who was at her Dads, (bless him, he offered to help move me too!! as he knows all too well how I am about moving) and told her all about it, and described her room and she was a bit scared but was excited as well.
Then for the hundreds and thousands on the icing of my cake of lovelyness, Mr W arrived, we went out for something to eat, and he said something that made me cry..... not in a bad way, you understand, its just that I couldnt do grinning anymore and the only other thing left to me was crying! ...we were listening to my all time favorate piece of music and we were standing looking at the garden from the window and he was hugging me. He said 'Welcome to the next part of your life'.
I passed it off as just a small comment, and I dont think he even realised I was crying (I went to baording school...you learn!) but it felt soooooo good.
I'm ready. Bring it on! I cant wait for it. With all the bits that go with it.
Its good to be back
lybxx
posted by lyb | 2:50 AM
2 Comments:
Al last - i thought you had fallen into a big hole or something. Glad to see you survived the move.
thank you, its good to be here!!
xx
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