It's lunch time. I'm surrounded by boxes, junk, tat, eBay packages and just tonnes of mess!! Got until Thursday to get it all done and dusted! I hate packing and moving. I'm also a bit sad to leave my higgledy-piggledy house.
Going to stay with friends for a couple of months. Makes sense, save up some money before I head off to the mountains and work my season as a chalet host (earning tuppence a week!!).
I hate moving, I hate packing, I hate sorting through stuff. I especially hate it when you come across stuff that triggers sad memories. It's a bit weird because I came to this house under really awful circumstances, the break up of a 6 year relationship, on the brink of teacher training, having lost my dog a few weeks earlier. Now I leave in a MUCH better state of mind but it still hurts when you come across photos and other reminders of your past life. But then again, I still see him, so every time I see him it's a reminder of happy times, when we were in love but also of the bad times with lies, betrayal and lots of sadness. It's been a year. Apparently it will take half the length of your relationship, to get over it. So I've got a couple of years to go. Urgh. Hoping that distance will help the healing go faster.
I am an optimist though and I'm much more a glass half full person, so I've got to look forward and when I do, I'm in awe of what's about to happen. It's something I've wanted to do for a long time. Go to the Alps and work a season. Imagine, I'll wake up in the mornings, see the sun rise up over the mountains, warming the slopes that I'll be riding... it fills me with all sorts of excitement! New friendships, new adventures, maybe even new love?
So as I chuck more stuff into the charity bag and think about loading up the car to do another tip run, I am hopeful, happy and looking forward to the next chapter!
