Last time I wrote, I told you I was on the move, and so I am. Things are changing around here, and whilst I’m astonished at the propensity of ‘achievement’ to look like ‘mess’, I am very pleased that there *is* movement, and things are getting done. Because often, lately, it’s felt like I’ve made minimal inroads into the mountain of Stuff Which Needs To Be Done.
Except I think if I stop and look properly, I can tell that differences HAVE been made, and they’ll be clearer after this weekend. So there’s that.
I think my biggest, most beautiful thankful this week is how incredibly encouraging and supportive everyone’s being of my plan to move. Whilst people have widened their eyes and whistled under their breath at my intentions, it’s usually with an expression of admiration for courage or bravery. I think they don’t comprehend how very supported I am in this. Even though I’m anxious and have misgivings (who wouldn’t?!), I have been shored up, supported, encouraged, ootzed, cheered on, and absolutelycompletely let to understand that those around me are FOR me. In every aspect of life. Which is WONDERFUL and incredible, and when people ask if I’m going by myself, alone, to America, the answer is “Yes”, but also, resoundingly, NO!
My hands are being held at every step. My sidelines are filled with encouragers. My ears are attuned to the soothing flow of confidence, which wends its way from all corners, calming my nerves. I feel wrapped in care and stalwart hopes for my success. And this is just the beginning.
I have plans for establishing work roots early in the new year, and my people are rallying. Decisions are getting decided, and possibilities firmed. On Sunday at the crack of dawn, Vince and I will be making our way to a car-boot sale to SELL (I hope) a bunch of stuff and get it GONE! Which will be good, cos plane tickets ain’t cheap!
Jenny got a lease on a flat this week, and whilst there are complexities I cannot begin to fathom (and which would be unreasonable of me to try, in public), I am just HUGELY enormously grateful that she has a place to be – her own space – before the weather has turned too nasty. Which it’s meant to.
On which note, I’m thankful that the sudden and impending arrival of a gentleman to check the boiler, meant that I needed to move a mountain of Things To Be Sold, in order that he had access. In so doing, I found a dress I wanted, a pair of boots I needed to go with the dress, and was able to turn the heating on for an hour one particularly cold night.
The Tigger Onesie came back. It’s as awesome as ever (and made me the envy of a small, delightful girl in Oklahoma, who wished me Happy Thanksgiving and showed me her Penguin gown, as I Skyped with a friend. (Sub-thankfuls: Skype, WhatsApp, and people not too busy on turkey-day to have a few moments to spare for me (Sub-sub-thankfuls: that I was unbusy ALL day and managed to have some glorious connecting times anyway))
The freshly rediscovered dress and boots will be worn OUT on Friday evening for a Christmas ‘do’ (so that the netball team gets it all out of the way and can focus on doing December without added stress. In spite of not having any ‘girl’ opinions on the subject, I found sufficient input to convince me that the outfit will suffice.
Thankful for gym membership with complete flexibility, and that it’s a holiday weekend in Murica and probably most people will be too busy to write and almost certainly too busy to be bothered reading a long post, so I can recycle a generic image, keep this short and sweet, and bugger off out for the evening, returning (probably inebriated) to join the vidchat later.
Happy, happy weekend, y’all!