It’s strange this life-in-limbo I’m now living.
I have two houses. One here (albeit sold) and a rental over there. One house being lived in and one being mentally planned out. We have furniture in the real world, but I’m packing it all up in my head and deciding where to put things when we get there.
I have Sydney lists and England lists running round in my head – all day, every day. What will we pack? What will we airfreight? What will we ship? I need to order Oliver’s new bed, find a local playgroup, sign him up for classes so he can start to make friends. Must remember to cancel the gym, the electricity, the water. Need to organise goodbye dinners, reply to emails, write my blog.
I have friends to catch-up with in England and friends to say goodbye to in Oz.
I’m only just finding my blogging feet here, but I feel like I’m going to have to start all over again over there.
I’m still enjoying living my current life, whilst constantly thinking about my new one. Feeling more Australian than English.
It’s exhausting, but exciting. Happy and sad. Full of contradictions and juxtapositions.
I can’t believe in less than four weeks we won’t be here and we’ll already be there.
Have you ever felt divided like this?