Back to blogging

 

And so, of course, like all good intentions, things don't go to plan. I will blog every day, says I. I will chart every moment of this epic adventure, I claim. I get distracted by life and end up here. But I'm here and I'm back to blogging. Welcome to the next phase of my year of living dangerously.

Actually, living dangerously is really rather scary right now. I am going to move, I'm really excited and I now have to do all the really grown up things like finding somewhere to live and moving all the rubbish we've accumulated over the years. There's a crazy to do list which includes 'moving vintage car across the country on a lorry' and I don't really know how to do it all in three months but I will.

Not helped by my parents wobbling. It's a big move for them but they are determined not to talk about it or engage with me so feel trapped and very scared. Yesterday was not a good day so blogging it out of my system will hopefully get me back on track.

I'm also prompted to ask, as my brain just spews out randomness, whether you can ever really do these things gracefully? I feel like I should have spent the last six months carefully packing and stacking things for the move so we can just go. Yet, how do you do that in reality? Life has to go on. 

So, I have to come to terms with the fact that for the next three months I will be anxious, tired and worried but that the goal at the end is well worth it. So today is all about finding rentals. Expect more blogging soon (or at least sooner than the last time).