Restless
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Presenting Miss Phoebe, now safely ensconced in our new house awaiting our arrival on Thursday. She’s not looking too happy about it, that much I will admit. She’s terribly terribly shy and won’t be touched or handled. Getting her in a box to transport her is impossible, so we trapped her in her ‘igloo’ cat bed and then taped a big piece of plastic over the opening. Poor soul! Fortunately it’s a 30 second car journey but it wasn’t at all dignified.
She was perched on the window sill of my writing room this morning when I went over to check on her and playmate Parker (who DOES go in a box). She was still there at lunchtime when we went back. But the presence of boisterous Megaboys was too much for her so she’s retreated upstairs, under a bed, right in the corner…looking daggers at anyone who dares even look at her.
Restless…we’re all restless. The boys keep asking how many ‘sleeps’ it is until we move. We have a lot of ‘stuff’ in the new place, and everything in the old place has been sorted/cleaned/tidied/culled and is all ready to be packed on Wednesday. Two more sleeps of our current home looking homely and then, heart sinks, one sleep with everything in boxes apart from 4 plates, 4 forks, 4 knives and all that. I can so vividly remember the last night in our house in London and how utterly depressing it was to ‘camp’ in ones own home.
And then it will be Thursday and finally…finally…we will move up the hill to our new home and, no doubt, will live in chaos for a good while during The Great Unpack.
Restless…I’m restless with this old life, restless for the new. The New Year has amplified it, because I’m so eager to fly at it and grab it round the neck. I’ve got so many plans and so much energy and enthusiasm for it all, but right now I’m all about packing boxes and lists and bills and changes of address. I’m restless to get through this turgid time of just ‘processing’ our lives rather than living them.
It’s rare that I wish time away, but I’m pretty keen to fast forward a couple of weeks and get this dull, spirit draining time done and behind me.
Restless.
Well done you for getting Phoebe in her new home, all be it reluctantly. Hope all goes smoothly with the move, and we cant wait to see the home that is now a fresh clean page for you all, but where, over time, you will make so many memories.
Good luck for Thursday x
ha ha i saw your FB posts on the scary cat and laughed she looks rather sweet here. Moving argh done it something like 13 times in the last 20 odd years sooooo over it. I hope you love love love your new home and very shortly you will be decorating, changing and making it yours what super fun. Yeah!!!!!!!