Musings at the beginning of it all - still stateside.

Does a day really ever Start?  Or is it a continuation of the previous momentous day? I’m sure the answer lies within the perspective you hold.  After all, perspective does drive our minds.

Me with awesome friend. On a boat.

​ME:  I had a wonderful time meeting with an awesome friend who encourages me and inspires me to possibly do something fun, something out of my comfort zone (a.k.a. this blog). This does not happen without a lot of wine and laughs which now makes me wonder if the idea can stand on its own? I woke up and it's still dark (thinking it must be close to 6am and time to start my day …. So I lie awake … until I realize I must find where I put my phone to actually find out what time it is.  Phone not in charger is another indication I had a good night…. Damn, where is it?  Ok, located it.  Damn, it’s only 1 AM!  I toss and turn until 4:30 am when I realize how much I have to do today and I am a Sleeper!  If you are unaware what that is… it is someone who MUST have sleep otherwise everything crumbles around her!  I take a sleeping pill and crash ….

​DAVID (my husband): Recognizes I had a rough sleep and is sweet and generous with his limited morning time and walks the dog (otherwise you can be sure she wouldn’t let me sleep) and I sleep until the doorbell rings.  I’m pretty sure David feels this is a new day and he’d appreciate me getting up to start it. He has already left for work and so can’t answer the door.

Adorable Ayi who won't let me sleep.

ME:  I am not expecting anyone, so I slowly take my time and get my bathrobe on.  By the time I get to the door the UPS man is driving away and one of those annoying papers are stuck to the door blowing in the wind reminding me that I really screwed up! WE NEED THOSE PASSPORTS/VISAS and they must be signed for!  Grrrrr.  I am left with no choice. I must make a clean break and actually START today. 

I make a pot of coffee, and regardless how unresponsive my brain seems today, I must work on checking off some of the endless chores this move has me doing. Did I mention, I’m pretty good at the filling up boxes aspect of moving.  It’s the sorting through paperwork I don’t really want to deal with or it’s a two body problem which means I handle it, move it to a new pile so David does what he has to do, then if and when he gets the information about it, he then hands it back to me, and I’m in the same position I was in weeks ago with trying to “handle” it /make it go away.  It’s the bane of my existence and it clutters my counters and my brain. Sometimes I wonder if we had a house fire and POOF it was gone…How much of it would really be critical?  THOSE are the rose colored glasses I am using at this last stage of decluttering towards the truly empty house and ultimately our move to London…. ​