Saturday evening and I am back at it. We have had a pretty good day today, off picking up packing boxes, wrapping and bubble paper. We did a few groceries and then back home to start figuring out our plan to move! And we have even started cleaning out all the detritus of life! It is truly amazing to me the amount of stuff we save, thinking that one day we will use that little bit of wire, of twine, that empty margarine container or glass jar that came with Christmas bonbons in it. And now that we are moving it suddenly looks like garbage and very quickly finds itself in the garbage bag headed for the door. I love downsizing; it appeals to my need for simplicity and minimalism. The house is top of mind right now. And it was funny, I was telling all our friends and family and heard back from close friends that they too have started the house search and are currently looking in the old neighbourhood that we were looking in, equally without success and with just as much despair and frustration. I know what they are going through and I laughed at myself when I was consoling them that the right house was out there for them. Even a week ago I was despairing of ever finding something that would suit us and now suddenly I have a home and am the one being perky and optimistic for others! Oh how life suddenly changes. They let me in a joyous secret that I have to keep for a little while longer but suffice it to say, with this news, they will definitely need more room. I so excited for them and since I am absolutely rotten at keeping secrets I better stop talking about it!
I am also back to the cookbook. I have some recipes to transcribe tonight and have a little to do list beside me here at my desk. I need to get back to some of the models who have emailed asking if the pictures are available to see and I need to arrange some time to catch up with Lesley to discuss which ones to touch up prior to publication. It feels good to be focused again on it. I have missed it that is for sure. It honestly feels like a homecoming, like slipping into a warm bath, like greeting an old friend by chance on a busy street and seeing only the wrinkles of laughter around their eyes and feeling the warmth of their hug. I love this journey and it never feels like work when I am still and sitting here, amid my recipes, dreaming of how I want the cookbook.
No comments:
Post a Comment