The Time In-Between

Apparently moving home is one of the most stressful experiences anyone can go through but honestly, the bit in between must be equally so. It’s mind numbing boring. Apart from a sudden flurry of emails from the solicitor asking me to answer some frankly ridiculous questions, I have absolutely nothing to do. I can’t keep packing as I’ve done almost everything except for the kitchen and I can’t make the process move any quicker despite my numerous hints to those in control of my future. They say patience is a virtue but I’m not feeling very virtuous any more. I want out.

There was one highlight this week, we signed the contract for the new house in Rouffiac. Yay! Simon (my big brother) amusingly pointed out that our family now owned seven houses in Aude albeit temporarily as L’Horte won’t be ours for much longer. Still, way to get noticed. Coincidentally, the signing of such an important document was on the 18th of June, the anniversary of the Battle of Waterloo. And we know how that turned out. At least now I can start thinking about refurbishing my new abode instead of twiddling my thumbs. I’ve already mentally knocked down the wall between the kitchen and the lounge and voiced my displeasure at the colour of the tiles on the main floor. And I successfully argued that the greenery hanging over the verandah should be cut back, I’m pretty sure it’s a spider condominium and it would look much nicer with other climbers joining in. Simon has been a diamond, sending detailed videos of the property which I have saved so I have something to occupy myself with next week.

It’s hard not to get excited about Rouffiac but I’m doing my best to stay grounded. I have to admit, I do get occasional bouts of anxiety over moving away from 24 years of familiarity but I put these down to boredom more than anything, too much time to think. A friend suggested the other day that I should do a ‘vlog’ (this is like a blog but with video for those technolost like me) chronicling the days ahead but I’m a bit nervous about such a feat. Apart from the obvious ‘I will mess it up’ reasons, would anyone really be that interested? So I put it out to you lot, should I or no?

“No river can return to its source, yet all rivers must have a beginning.” (American Indian Proverb)