Thursday, 8 February 2018
The days are rushing by
Why is it that January seemed to go on forever and now the days are rushing by? It's only a couple of weeks until all our stuff is packed into a shipping container and we don't see them for eight weeks.
I feel like I'm on a hill that's getting progressively steeper as I descend. I'm even dreaming about sliding down slopes and - impossibly - keeping my balance on the sheerest of cliffs. I guess I can take comfort from my nimble footwork: it will all be okay in the end.