This is a lot of stuff to do in the space of two weeks, and most of these things are quite emotionally charged. Moving Dave into his flat, it really hit home that we would be living separately. There was some crying on my part. I 'lived' there for a week and a half while I finished work, and it felt a bit odd - like we were renting a holiday flat. It is a nice flat though, warm and airy and bright and clean, and Dave's flatmate, our friend Stevie is lovely, and Dave likes it, so all in all, it is working out well.
As for turning 30, I did not have the dread that a lot of people seem to have. I am pretty happy with my life and what I've achieved, so it wasn't a big deal. Rather than having a big party, I have had a series of small events - I was taken for lunch by the kids and their Grannie on the day and Dave made dinner for me for when I got home, We had family over on Saturday which Dave made a lovely lunch for, on Thursday Mhairi took me out for lunch, and then in the evening was another family meal. I have been truly spoiled - A hand-crocheted blanket from my sister and craft gifts and a book I've been coveting and BEAUTIFUL new Denby casserole pots from Dave, a Rob Ryan mug, and a beautiful necklace. Lovely, thoughtful presents.
|From Dave - grey ast iron Denby casseroles. The colour fade on them is gorgeous.|
|From Dave's Dad and Step-Mum - Welsh Colinette wool and chunky knitting needles.|
The background is my glorious blanket from my sister.
|Cath Kidston, and stuff to do. Also from my sister. I am one granny square in.|
|The Vintage Tea Party Book, Beautiful soap and Rob Ryan mug from my SIL, BIL and nephew|
|My birthstone, from my best friend, who shares it!|
|the birthday feast, by my husband.|
|The blanket in all it;s glory, and our new lovely grey bedding.|
And then, a week passed and it was time for me to leave work. I knew beforehand it would be difficult - I love the kids with all my heart and am very fond of their parents, but what became apparent was that lots of people were fond of me. Having done three years of toddler group and school run and music class, I know most of the small community the family live in. It was very much a week and a bit of goodbyes. The children's Grannies both said lovely things and gave me thank yous and I spent much of the Friday holding back tears. My last day was a strange mixture of lovely and heartbreaking. Some of it was so much a normal day that the leaving tea we had seemed utterly surreal - Chat an lovely gifts and hugs and questions mingled with sadness and lots of brave faces. The children at some points were very upset, which is hard to deal with, but as their mum said - it comes from a good place. I was driven by their dad to the bus stop to catch my bus, and I did it with many tears, ones I'd been holding in all day. I already miss them very, very much, but I have the comfort of a continuing friendship.
|Sweetpeas from the kids' paternal grandmother.|
|About a year into working with the family, I told the mum that my dream cooker is the Emma Bridgewater Aga. This is my leaving|
present from her - a little bit of Bridgewater for my kitchen. Again, I almost cried.
|A perfume bottle from the kids' maternal grandmoother. Red and gold. Very perfectly me.|
The next day I moved. I have officially lived in our flat for four days. I still feel a bit weird - not quite attached to everything, but I think that will mend itself, and be helped when I am working again and have more of a routine. It's quit hard to mentally and emotionally adjust to leave people you spend half your week with and moving 80 miles away in the same week!
And now it's the end of our first weekend fully moved, We've eaten proper home-cooked food, pottered about, had a few drinks in town, and done a lot of washing. We've had pancakes from breakfast and a roast for tea, and had a few Sunday afternoon drinks with friends. We are still working out where thing go and what to paint/fix/do next, but already I've added some new (grey satin-stripe) bedding to our collection, and today my lovely grey Denby pots. It is beginning to sink in now that this is where I live and that I won't be going back to Dundee after a short weekend at home.
Tomorrow morning, Dave will leave here just after six am, and he will be gone until Friday. I am very glad we live in a world where we have video contact every day, and can text and IM. It makes this bearable. But mostly what makes it bearable is the pay off - weekends like this one, and eventually a life that's settles like this.