It’s been a bit of a mad house ’round here lately. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say ‘mad houses’…
There was a setback a month or so ago with the loss of a beautiful, furry little friend. She was a very old rat and, after hanging on in there for a good month longer than her sister, she finally let go. My heart was broken. For now it’s tacked back together, with tiny paw-prints etched on it forever.
Since then, moving has begun in earnest. It hasn’t been easy. Shipping a life in different directions takes a certain amount of attitude adjustment; what do I physically need? what can be easily replaced? what can’t I live without? Each object is considered in turn – from the pots and pans in the cupboard to Jeremy Bear, who, if he were a person, would be drawing his pension.
Unpacking at the in-laws poses challenges of its own. It’s not easy to fit a two-bed house into one room and two attics. Things are going to stay in boxes for a while, which may help when it comes to shipping them to the USA. Of course, it may not and there could come a time when the contents are strewn across the floor as further decisions are made about their future.
At the same time, wedding preparations have continued at a fair pace. Checklists are being checked off, purchases are being made, threats are being made and sanity is being questioned. According to The Boy, ‘it’ll all be fine’.
The dates draw nearer, decision making scenarios are more frequent and conclusions are reached with by bouncing back and forth between brash confidence and resigned uncertainty, with minds being changed at least once a day.
It’s reassuring to know, then, that in all of the madness, one decision has been made and the answer is certain: Jeremy is coming with me.