Tomorrow I am returning from the tropics to glorious Sydney. TLOML and I are being picked up at the airport by The Best Friend, which is wonderful. Then back to her house to see The Boy and home to The Horsewoman's house to pack up my things and get ready to move... (again)...
I think I have moved seven times in the two years that ended on Christmas Eve. It has been far far too often. This coming move will be my eighth in twenty-five months. The last move was the hardest... Culling twelve years of accumulation into six checked bags across the Pacific was exhausting, heartbreaking and expensive. I was ruthless and I am still looking for things I left behind. I had this stupid outfit of girl clothes... white pants, a mauve tank top, and a crinkled floral over-shirt of white with mauve flowers... I have the bloody ugly shirt that I never liked, and the tank top that goes with nothing else I own, but can I find the damn white pants (the only useful part of the outfit) anywhere? *big frustrated sigh* I just have to console myself that I made the best decisions I could at the time, as TLOML so often says "We are all just doing our best".
Part of me is dreading the return to Sydney because it is going to be incredibly hectic. We both have people we love who we want and need to see. In the four months since I returned to Australia I have reached out over and over to my old friends, my friends from school and university, my friends from my crazy early jobs and even my ex-girlfriends and without exception they have welcomed me into their lives in spite of my pathetic attempts to maintain contact over the decades. I can't just jump in my car with TLOML and smile and wave and yell "So long and thanks for all the fish!" I love and appreciate my old friends and I really want to get a chance to see them again this trip and thank them. I will be leaving The Boy and although I know he is an adult now he will always be my baby, for that matter he is also one of my best friends and is a trustworthy confidant and a thoughtful adviser. I have really enjoyed being as close to him as we have been the last couple of months.
Of course there will be other trips to Sydney but this move is really significant. I am packing up and piling my junk in the car and heading 2400 km (about 1500 miles) north with every expectation of staying there forever.
TLOML and I have had a busy and quite stressful couple of days tying to get ready for the return to Sydney and struggling to coordinate the competing priorities of the people in Sydney, and even to some extent, the people up here. Still we have not had a cross word or a moments disagreement, if anything we have both been a calming influence on each other. We are well aware that "real life" will not be the same as either the lazy days or the frantic preparation this "holiday time" has provided but I'm pretty certain we will be fine. I will be studying and she will be back at work and I think we will eagerly anticipate our time together.
So here I go again another giant leap of a move but somehow this one just feels different, it feels right and it feels relaxed in spite of the chaos of the time in Sydney. I do feel anxiety about getting everything done and seeing everyone we really want to see but I have not had even one moments anxiety about if this is the right decision or if TLOML is the right person. I named her TLOML and that continues to be the most apt and accurate description.
We will be fine because we will be together.