Well, we moved out of our house last week, so it has been a bit of a mad time.. hence no posts for a while. In fact the last three weeks have been somewhat traumatic, for me in particular. Things started to go pear shaped when we got a phone call from Phillipa,( my birth Mother), who nominated herself last year, when we first decided to return to the U.K,. to take over as carer for our dog Polly. Phillipa’s bull terrier, who normally gets on well with our girl, had attacked Polly, and Phillipa no longer felt that she would be able to offer Polly a safe home. Right..
So we had two weeks to find a suitable home for our much loved hound, as finding the four and a half thousand dollars needed to take her with us would be most unlikely.
I then decided to fall apart.. and spent hours each morning crying and days trying to cope with the return of the huge fatigue which come with my particular brand of depression… Queue necessity of taking anti depressants, which normally don’t work well for me but which in this case lifted most of the tiredness and extreme sadness and enabled me to cope with packing, selling, cleaning and the style of socialising which goes along with moving country.
We have been staying with two lots of lovely friends since we left our house, who have been very kind and hospitable. Our ‘going away’ party is tomorrow night – it is going to be sad, not my most favourite kind of party for sure. Then next Tuesday we will drive down to my Mum’s house to spend the last week with her..
I don’t sound very happy or excited. I am hoping that will come when we finally leave the country and all this ‘saying goodbye’ stuff is over. Really, actually, all is well, or as well as can be expected under the circumstances. Some of my amazing friends have stepped up to give a home to Polly, and I am sure she will be well looked after. We have enough savings to last quite awhile when we get where we are going.. and there are lovely friends to see again after two years away – and lots of new friends to meet. To be honest, I have a A4 piece of paper covered both sides with stuff I love about being in the U.K. – so mainly it is the depression talking, and I also know that it will be defeated eventually – as it has been before 😉