Packing and royal watching

So last night I packed like I was possessed. How did we collect this much stuff, so quickly, without me noticing?  Seriously I think while we are sleeping our stuff is multiplying like mushrooms under the moonlight, growing and talking about bringing their cousins and far flung relatives to party under our bed, in our closets, under the kitchen sink, in drawers where I should be storing clothes, okay, admittedly more clothes than I need and that could probably be better given to Goodwill than stored in my drawers, but seriously, you should see the pile of boxes growing!  And I only worked on the office last night; I am tackling the bedroom tonight.  That should be revealing.  I worked a bit on email addresses last night but to be honest I ended up slouched on the couch watching made up programs about “possible” meals for the royal wedding.  I can’t believe how much press coverage it is getting and how much of it is really just supposition or filler.  It is too early tomorrow morning for me to get up to watch it live but I do wish them well and will watch it in repeats and in the papers. But I have to admit, as glamourous as it looks from a distance, I am not sure I would ever choose it.  I can see why they want to retreat to their home in Wales away from the glare and just enjoy being a regular married couple.  As much as I love the spectacle, I am constantly reminded how lucky I am to have my guy and our little home and to be packing boxes for our new life in our new home and not confronted with the lack of privacy and choice they have.  Count your blessings.  Love is so fragile and to have the chance and really the freedom to let you love grow and flourish without all the pressures they face is a real joy in life.