the whole of this week seemed to be taken up with having to come to a decision about should I move, or not?
Decision made. I will be packing up all my worldly goods and moving on in the next couple of weeks - back close to my family. My head has been full of all the good that I hope will come out of this decision. Until today.
Yesterday I started to pack up my summer and "dressy" clothes that I certainly wont need for the next few weeks. I have soooo much more packing to do. Here in lies the problem.
The whole "moving" thing just seems so overwhelming right now. apart from the logistics of organising a van/help and packing. exSO still has so much of his stuff in the house. I keep coming up against memories - good and bad - which seem to be keeping me from doing.
Decisions of what to take and leave, the thought of leaving the home we chose to live out his dream. The friends I have made. All seems far to much to deal with today. But will it be any easier tomorrow? How long can I leave if for until I just have to buck up and get on?
At the beginning of this week I was so excited. Today I want to climb back into bed and wake up when the nightmare is over...
