The title of this post is not something I would say out loud. Unless I was making a typically bad attempt at an American accent and pretending to be in a movie.
But with the arrival of my husband’s citizenship interview letter yesterday, shit did, in fact, just get a lot more real.
We now have an idea of when our work here will be done. When we can book flights and move back to our motherland. When we’re going to uproot our little family and resettle in a place we call home but that we don’t really know after 10 years of living away. It’s going to happen soon. Really bloody soon! Yippeee. Argh. Sigh. Shit!!!
This is where we’re going – so green!
The first thing we need to do is sell the house. We’ve known this time would come for months and yet, just as neither of us ever prepared for school exams in advance, we haven’t really done much about this mammoth task until now. Receiving yesterday’s letter felt like having a firework shoved up our butts. We were both jittery, excited, and full of adrenaline about the chaos, change and huge undertaking ahead of us.
The first thing we did was have a cup of tea. Then I went out to my Wednesday night dance class, followed by a quick drink with a friend. Ha! Don’t get me wrong, I was still excitable and had the firework-up-the-bum feeling, but with limited Wednesdays left here, there was no way I was going to miss my midweek shakedown and catch up.
Anyway, at lunchtime today, while in a clothes shop when I should have been trying to get all my work done quickly so I could go home and undertake some of the huge undertaking, I met a couple of English people who are here on holiday. They made me feel so good about the move. Their funny ways, the instant humor that popped into the conversation, the mutual appreciation of clouds and narrow roads. We really did talk about clouds and narrow roads!
Now I must go home to pack a box or at least think about packing a box. I’m not sure where to start. But a start must be made. And bit by bit the long journey begins….