Yesterday we went in to measure up the new house…had a fry-up in our old local cafe (we’re moving back within a couple of streets distance to where we were six years ago) and for the first time felt that “let’s go home” sensation and found the new house in our minds. A most wonderful feeling. Can’t move in til Saturday though.
Yesterday evening was the first time the stress/panic/planning/hardwork subsided to finally reveal the gorgeous sensation of excitement and joy. We were driving back to stay with Alan (Mr CW), Zak was fast asleep in the back of the car, and everything was quiet and dark….Mark and I just suddenly twigged we were both feeling wonderful underneath all the manic-ness.
The main move of furnishings happened Thurs/Fri. A day that started at 6am in Eastbourne, a one hour drive/collect for the van, a four and a half hour drive to Yorkshire, five and a half hours packing into a van, a four an a half hour drive back to Brighton, three hours unloading into a storage space, drop-off the van, drive back to Eastbourne and bed by 3am. (Mark insanely stayed up to watch tele at this stage!)
So here I want to voice my awe and admiration for:
Alan…who along with offering us shelter and financial assistance, cancelled his planned activities for his holiday to be the third person in the van when our original plans failed with only 24hrs to go. You are our Guardian Angel, you are stronger than you think you are.
My mum!…It’s just one of those things, we moved a lot when we were kids, my mum’s an expert and shows you how to get on with it. And she cooked lunch, which we had no time to eat really, and brought fruit and bread, and (I suspect) shifted more boxes than I got close to. and Ed, one of my dads, who turned up after his own work day, which included a 4am start and five hours of travelling to and from.
Rich! Who in the short-time he had to offer, shifted things like the giant he is, much to the physical relief of all of us beginning to lose hope, and hugged and squeezed and kissed me, like the man he is, much to the emotional relief of me, who misses him loads.
Darren…Who earnt his cape when he joined us at the eleventh hour (literally) and did his superman impression until 2am.
And Mark who amazes me so often, who did all the driving, most of which was in a lorry that was a work-out to even change gear or steer in! worked like a demon, sent orders from the van like “all the odd shaped shit now” and kept his cool to an amazing degree. He REALLY did NOT want to do any of it…
(which brings me to the fact that we couldn’t quite fit everything in and have to go again next week. oops.)
And Steffi who got to find out just how manipulative and demanding nine year old boys can be (amongst all the wonderful things they are) when she adopted Zak for two days to make it easier for us.
Huge thanks and Love and admiration to all involved.