What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.Jack Kerouac
This packing up your life thing is so immense. So tiring. So all-consuming.
The clock is ticking down now, and we are scrambling to get everything done here before we leave the farm. What matters most is being able to get everything packed, or sold, or shifted.
I’ve given barely a thought to our new home.
I’m okay with things being make-shift there for a while. I’ll be happy to camp in the new house, to have only the essentials, to have not given a thought to decor or where everything might go.
I’m planning on not rushing. So what if it takes time for it all to come together? I want to feel into it. Get an idea of the people we will become in this new space, and the lives we might live. I won’t know that on the first day in our new place. I need to get a sense of how the light comes through the windows, and how the house feels at different times of the day, of what the spaces might be used for, and how they could be filled.
But before I even get to that? I will need time to collapse. Time to sleep. Time to gather myself back together.
The rest can wait.
The thought of having plenty of time at the other end of this move is a great comfort.
Three more weeks and we’ll be there.
Until then? Pack, drink tea, pack, drink tea, pack, drink tea. Remain calm. Repeat.
How long did it take you to settle in to your home, the last time you shifted? Got any tips for me?
Big hugs, endless boxes, and funny little piles of things we still can’t quite decide what to do with, Lots of love, Nicole xx