Thank you to Waresbear and Skyseternalangel for your messages :)
My house looks like an antique furniture shop. Not, I hasten to add because it is chock-full of priceless antiques, but because every thing has a label on it. There to tell the removal men in new home (I need a better name for new home) where to put everything. My plan is that as the house is packed up. I will write on every box in big marker pen indicating where it should be taken, and whether it should be unpacked or left for me to do that.
Then my husband (who will be at new house) will check the labels and point at the appropriate room. Good plan huh? I would like to arrive to a partially ready home, and I think the prospect of unpacking only the small items is quite pleasurable rather than a chore. A little bit like doing a HUGE shop on Amazon
and then all the parcels arrive at once.
Electrical items have pink stickers on them saying "LEAVE" as they work on a different voltage to Canada. This does mean that while son and I rattle around an empty house for four weeks, we will have television, kettle, microwave, juicer, coffee maker et al to keep us company.
I don't drink coffee but husband does and I fear that whilst he's living in Edmonton living the bachelor in the city lifestyle, he is drinking a large amount of Starbucks coffee at every opportunity. That doesn't seem healthy.
Yesterday I was exhausted following a week of labelling, preceded by weeks of sorting and tidying. I felt shattered - more tired than I have been in a long time. Partly perhaps because of the very intense Body Max class I do every week - but I think mostly because it's hard work and stressfull to pack up one's life. Today is my reward day Hurrah! I am going to Boxercise at the leisure centre then meeting friend H and her baby for a big fat unhealthy Brunch. H is the Yard Manager at the Livery yard where I kept my mare; when she became pregnant she and I thought that I'd see her baby grow, that I'd be as big a part of her life as the horses are in mine. Then Canada popped up over the horizon and thath's not going to happen. I'm sad about that - I was looking forward to being honourable Auntie, and I think H was looking forward to me being her horsey-mother-of-small-child-friend.
Going on a big adventure, seizing the opportunity: these are phrases commonly applied to our move to Canada and people often respond to my news with "I'd be off like a shot if I was given that chance". But we're leaving a lot of people behind - and I don't care how "small a world" it is with the Internet and air travel, the truth is my friend H won't be able to afford to fly out to see us, and my parents are too old to do more than one flight a year, and my neighbour D and I won't be able to run across the road fifty times a day to have a conversation. And that's a shame.
But onwards and upwards. As I tell son when he get's miserable that his friends will "forget him", I will make new friends there, and I will keep in touch with old friends here with Facebook and FaceTime, and all will be well.