With 62 days to go before we depart, this is my first solo post – an exciting prospect.
As our planning continues to progress, the check list exponentially increases and the myriad of tasks grows, rather than dwindles.
Well, mine does at least. I’m evidently not the best executioner of tasks, although proficient in planning. Some of the tasks I have been presented with are so simple yet when it comes to doing them… when I think of them it is not the best time to do them, but when it is, it doesn’t come to mind. It is an unfortunate paradox, one that you would imagine given my job would not exist… or I’m lazy.
Alas, however, I have finally put my car on the market. This is a sad time for me, it is the first brand new car I have purchased, it was the first car I bought for my preferences; so you could say that I am attached to the car. It is a brilliant little hatchback and to drive it takes me to a happy place. To see it go will invoke a sadness and sorrow akin to a break-up or loosing a close friend because they are moving away. But if I don’t sell it the ramifications will be far greater. One of which will be a huge portion of savings chewed up by repayments, depreciation and an irate Em; its the last one I am worried about.
So doctors appointments are booked, car is up for sale, size 16 shoes are purchased (fingers crossed they fit) now to suss out clothing and the final visas and odds and sods.
It’s getting exciting now.