Over the horizon...

Monday 23 September.

Last week in the office. A weird feeling before I step into the abyss.
Am looking forward to the abyss now. Scared, apprehensive,
excited.

I am going to do another writing course.

I am going to have time to write.

I am going to live with David.

I am going to get married next year.

How nice. All the things I want coming together.

Saturday seems a long way away still. Saturday is my new life. Today is
my old life. Tomorrow is my old life. I am shredding my old life. It is
fraying at the edges and instead of trying to bind it all together as I
usually do, I am letting go of it. I am tentatively pulling off the
frayed edges, tidying it up and tossing it away.

We have new carpets. They are starting my new life with me. They may
live in the house longer than I do, or we may grow older and greyer
together. They are soft and beautiful. They are fresh and clean and new
and hopeful.

We are tidying out all the cupboards, making room for our joint life.
Anything unimportant is going away. Discarded. Everything in the new
life will be useful or beautiful.

I will learn how to make fish cakes. R loves them. Can't get enough
fish cakes.

I may start Tai Chi.

I will go to the new swimming pool. A new fish and chip shop.

My friends will all have to jot down my new address. Get used to me in
a different place.

The packing has started. The limbo between the old and the new.

See you over the horizon!