So we survived the move! On some days over the past two weeks I have to say that it felt like survival was all we had managed. There was something about this move that was physically and emotionally larger than any other I have done before. Perhaps it was the combination of a major birthday being right there in the middle, or perhaps the fact that work has been extraordinarily busy, or Ms L losing her job in the same week also. Or the combination of all those events! It has been a BIG 2 weeks!
However part of me recognises that this move symbolises the end of a very difficult period in my life, and all those extra events/stresses somehow seem to belong within the intensity of it. I've been thinking a lot over the past few days of how rarely I acknowledge the intensity of the last 3 or so years. Years defined by illness, and loss, and change, and grief that was and is profound and far reaching. I am reminded of a similarly intense period in my mid 20's where over the course of a number of years my life completely fell apart, where all that was left to do was slowly pick up and rebuild the pieces of myself. The end result was a stronger, better, much happier version of me, but gee was it an excruiting process.
That last enormous effort, the final act of pushing through, in readiness to begin anew has brought such emotional and physical upheaval and exhaustion over the last few weeks that I really wondered if I was going to make it to the other side, and perhaps more pertinantly what would be left of me when I arrived.
But here I am on the other side. In a stunning new home, with the most beautiful new studio {can't wait to get organised and give you a tour}. And this afternoon I can see that perhaps indeed this is the new beginning that I have been waiting for, for some time now. I am hopeful for the future.
