Today, I am going to go over to OUR NEW HOUSE and have a little look around. I'm going to look in closets and cupboards and corners. I'm going to say, "Hello, beautiful house. We are your new people!"
I imagined this ever since we moved into the farmhouse six years ago. Back then, I imagined a whole other farm. Well, that didn't happen. It's okay. The grandparents won't make my horses homeless. A week ago today I had a small mental meltdown between the barn and the house. How am I going to manage my horses from town? How am I going to survive in town? What if I don't feel well enough to drive out here? What if I don't have wheels to get out here? What if I can't get to the farm and dad isn't home and nobody can do chores?
Okay, by the time I got to the door of the house, I had quickly processed most of that and talked myself back into solidity. These are problems that mostly have solutions, and either way, not likely to actual disasters. Not ideal, of course not. But it's okay. It's not so bad.
Most important of all? My husband and I will be together more. We need that. This has been brutal. He still has to go into the city to record in a big room - in fact, he's got 14 days booked in Toronto in September. But the rest of the time, home.
I'm surrounded by boxes and chaos and my dog is not happy about this. The next week is going to be insane. This is a big move. We have to disentangle our belongings from my mom's stuff, and move all the gear we're keeping from the studio to the new property. Fortunately I've been feeling steadily better but I'm not up for heaving furniture. I am going to be the traffic director.
I am totally overwhelmed.
I am extremely excited.
I'm not as scared as I was a couple months ago.
This is really happening.