You know that feeling after the excitement and buzz of setting off on something new? Its called FEAR! It may not be entirely rational, especially when you've taken such care in making your decision, but at some stage, it is going to hit you.
Well, this weekend it hit me. As I was packing up our garage, disposing of all sorts of crap that we'd gathered over the past few years, the reality hit me. I won't be able to find a way to use this lovely old door frame I am about to throw on the dump. What about the side board I was going to sand down and repaint?
And then clearing out my study... OMG how could I possibly have kept the ticket stubs from my 1996 Cape to Rio flight home?
We're packing up our house, moving our sh!t into storage, going to live at C's uncle's place and then.... well, what happens next? Either I get a contract job in CPT, or maybe a permananent one, OR we I head of to London... That means that we are actually packing up with emigrating in mind. Not just moving to a rented spot in Kenilworth, but quite possibly a rented spot in Wimbledon!
Thats when the fear sets in.
Luckily it is that positive, stressful, buzz or excited fear, rather than that - I just watched Nightmare on Elm Street and now need to walk down the dark corridor - fear...
Michael had more vaccinations on Friday. Little bugger just isn't the same after these things. He's also losing his voice... He can't reach the high notes all of a sudden... its not all bad...
He was 6 months old on Friday. Can't believe how time is flying!
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