Iain's been gone for two and a half weeks now and although I'm not lost without him, it's just rubbish. The time difference from the East Coast means that for large parts of the day, we just aren't available for each other so we don't even get the chance to sit down and have a proper blether. It's five minutes here and there and a lot of photos of what's going on in our different lives. I know its not going to be for much longer but without him around, my days are pretty lonely and have become quite repetitive. In some ways, doing this move solo means that I can fully concentrate on my own systems but part of me is super nervous about doing some of the bigger things myself like selling the car etc. At times, an overwhelming sense of panic descends then I just think: you can do this, just one item at a time, and you'll be fine. Just keep going and things will drip, drip, drip their way out the door and one day you'll realise that you've made a huge dent in things. Some days I feel like I'm making huge gains then I look around and thing, oh Christ, you've literally thrown a deck chair off the Titanic.
The last couple of weeks involved a lot of stuff from the caves and I also managed to sell the big fridge freezer which was huge win. The boy who picked it up was really young and a bit clueless and I thought he wasn't going to get it out the courtyard without tipping it off the side of the cart. I was just happy that he'd given me the money - it was his problem! My phone is just full of photos of belongings that I'm trying to sell. Oh and hunners of photos of cakes as I'm also trying to run down the baking ingredients! I've been doing my physio routine religiously and trying to walk on the mornings that the weather is good. It's been beautiful and I'm cherishing the time spent walking in this beautiful city. I also decided to try on my wedding dress last week whilst I was clearing out my wardrobe. I don't know if it's my continued healthy eating, or the recent bout of gastro, but I BLOODY WELL GOT IT ON *AND* ZIPPED UP! The first time since I had William and probably the first time in 10 years. I know I had a goal of getting under 70kgs but the ultimate was to get back into my wedding dress again, and I've bloomin' well gone and done it. Absolutely delighted. As the ridiculous photos show. 😂
But I suppose my main news from the past two weeks is that I had my IRM / MRI on Friday and saw my GP later that morning. His verdict: it's not really deteriorated since last summer and I certainly don't need to see a surgeon any time soon. Hurrah! It's still not really sunk in yet. Probably because physically, I've not been great (but I am improving). I'm seeing Dr Vincent Cilluffo on Tuesday and I really value his opinion as he works closely with Geoffrey so we'll see what he thinks and we can take it from there. I did manage a last minute celebratory lunch with Hannah Garvie on Friday. It was simply brilliant to have a meal with another adult. 😂
Having this news on Friday has thrown into sharp focus that I really need to get my shit together to get out this house now. I did almost nothing of any value yesterday in terms of the move (apart from the fact I had a surprise massive order of Toot Toot Drivers stuff from Vinted which I needed to parcel up but we also had Arts here all day which was simply awesome for William) but today saw William and me tear his room apart, grouping toys and being realistic about what we will ship. I had a quote from Crown this week: €10K! Errrr, chase yersel! So we're seriously cutting everything back to reduce our shipping volume. Mental.
My last piece of news is that Iain's been working super hard both in his new job and in finding us somewhere to live and something to drive. His words last week were, "I feel like I've got my mojo back, and I also feel like I've done more PD in the past two weeks that I'd done in the past three years." Says it all. He saw a few houses which didn't impress him but he was really blown away by a place on Friday so we've applied to take it. It seems everything has gone through fine as the owner's taken it off the market. Eeek. It's pure American! Gated community, the lot! ;-)
Right, I'm going to shoot off now but here's a photo dump to give you a gist of my current life:
Tick tock, tick tock...
Lorna :-)
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