Life lately



Our rhythm at home is changing. We move out of our tiny London flat in three weeks. The removal men are nearly booked to put our whole lives on a ship and send it across the atlantic. We are preparing for six long weeks apart as B finishes up work in London and I head home to Bristol. We are right on the edge of it all. The air is filled with an incredible sense of momentum.  train4

The unknowningness of it all is something I am learning to deal with, slowly. We have been working towards this moment for most of our twenties and now we are finally here we are doing it as a three. The weight of being responsible for a tiny, wild little force abroad is constantly at loggerheads with the excitement of knowing that our son will be having his first true snowfall this winter and we will be living somewhere we love.

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We sold all our furniture last week. We are living out of boxes and will probably not have a permanent home for many months. However, all the back and forth over the years has taught us not to be too precious about everything. This will be Forrest’s third move in 18 months and so far he seems very unfazed by the rate in which his home is rapidly disappearing into boxes or thin air.


We are about to take each other on one hell of a ride and while we wait for it all to unfold, I sit here typing this and cutting out the last of my leather scraps to make luggage labels for cases that we are cramming our lives into. I have too much time on my hands in these last few weeks and inevitably this lull breeds worry but really there is no point getting in a flap or a panic about it all. I am a firm beliver that everything will evnutally work its way out and I am trying to remain as upbeat and excited as I possibly can. I am hopefully raising a good little traveller. Judging from these pictures and his enthusiasm for our recent 5 hour train journey to Scotland, we might just survive the flight at the very least.



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