I have a yellow fridge.

Well not normally but my fridge is currently wearing a coat of yellow post it notes. Each time I think of a must do deed or a must take item I write it on a post it note. It’s a good thing I have a big fridge.
The aim is to remove as many post notes each day as possible.

It’s Proving Very Effective

With 50 odd days before we depart, it is 50 percent delight and 50 percent dismay at all that needs to be done before flying away.

Interspersed throughout all the tasks that must be done are quarantined parcels of time to be spent with the people that make life worth it. In all the hectic activity of the past weeks we are spending the current three days on Bruny Island having a mini holiday with our friends, as you do.

This pause in proceedings, only emphasizes what it is we are about to leave in order to move forward.

 

then…

Last Weekend Was A Tribal Gathering

It was my Mother’s 70th Surprise Birthday Party. Having so much family from near and far, to celebrate the life of an amazing woman was special indeed. My mum is one of those women you read about in stories. A powerhouse of purpose and deed. When you are welcomed into our family home, you experience true hospitality, my mother makes it so. My mother is the definition of  strength, one who leads from the front including her own birthday party.

It was my parents, my aunts and uncles that sang country at the top of their lungs till 4.30 am danced and toasted to the joys life has to offer. In contrast it was we the offspring who cried” too much” it was 3 am when I said “to bed I must go!” Then it was the older generation who backed up with an early morning clean up and breakfast as we had a second day of family catching up.

There is a lot to be said for the power of genetics and the pleasure from being with people you belong to.

 

 For Better Or Worse We Have Chosen Our Time To Go And Now It Draws Near

Saying goodbye is becoming real.

I know that many could give us “stick” for being willing to leave our children at the time we are, but I am at a loss to find a perfect time to go wandering around the globe via a small white boat with sails.

When is the perfect time to follow a long term dream that involves leaving family and friends. Is the time ever going to be right? We just had to make a date to say au re-voir.

At moments of weakness I run the script of the saying goodbyes in our final moments on home soil. I imagine holding my three for the last time and knowing this moment will cause me the most pain. I still struggle with the picture in my head-  saying goodbye to my parents, my siblings my friends.

 

 

I now wonder will my greatest regret in life be that I was a disappointment in my absence, to those who matter most to me…

 

 

Every time I think about saying goodbye to our dog Lilly my true struggle begins. She cannot be told the tale of dreaming nor the adventures to be had. Her sacrifice is the greatest as she will lose her world in our departure and as a loyal friend and companion this cost is the highest.

 

 

These emotions are the coins we have to pay the ferryman, if we are to cross to the other side.

Cheers

the Miss

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