On my way to BEY... what a summer this has been; talk about a move! I’ll take the weekend off, rest, relax and anticipate the 286 boxes that will land on my doorstep next week.
For now, I will just savour the satisfaction of the accomplishment: not so much that I have managed three moves on three continents, that I have parted from my children, that I have moved to a place that I had resisted all my life, but that I have done so without falling apart, without breaking down, without losing my shit. Even better, I have done it with a certain amount of peace and trust. Sure, those 10mg of Prozac help. But I will pat myself on the back today, just today. Because, where I come from, this is an achievement.