and so the packing begins...

so, but a few days ago i was warbling on about how difficult i was finding it to get my head around the fact that we were actually leaving london.
today i sit on my now throw-less naked sofa (throw has been satisfyingly vac-packed!), surrounded by boxes, newspapers and other packing detritis, whilst wearing my new brown (satisfyingly safari appropriate) fleece.
it feels real.
it definitely feels real.
and strangely not as scary as i've been working myself up to. i have even, in the past few days, started refering to our little jaunt as 'the holiday' rather than 'the big (for which read scary) trip'.
what is scaring me, at this stage, are the processes still left to go through before we leave. i'm quite convinced the travelling itself will be like falling off a log in comparison to the mammoth task of packing up a 7 roomed house (not counting the shed which is also full to bursting) that has been lived in for 5 odd years and preparing it for rental. i got a text message from one of our new tenants, telling me that they signed the lease yesterday, which is great news, but there just seems to be an awful lot left to do, and not very much time left to do it in.

as with all of these things, i do have faith that it will all come together, and it will take us just as long as we have to do everything. if we had 2 months, i'm sure it would take us 2 months. if we had 2 days, it would take us 2 days.
we actually still have 5 days before the removal van comes, and then another couple of opportunities to off load things a week or so later with both sets of parents, who are coming up to visit before we leave.

it'll be fine.
i have faith.
and more importantly i have red bull...