I’m in the final week of living here, which is bizarre but great. As I said in my last post, I feel ready for the move, ready for the next thing. I think it’ll be good for me.
This week was meant to be filled with work, long drives, saying goodbye, and packing. Only I’ve been sick, which means only one of those things has been happening. I don’t want to say I’m glad to be sick, because it isn’t a good thing, but I have appreciated the space to get things sorted whilst also allowing myself rest. This could have been a very full week, but instead I’ve been able to take things slowly, with many, many breaks in between.
Yesterday I sorted out all my plants. Honestly, this was probably the task I was dreading the most as I needed to deal with those that were not doing so great, clean pots that had been left out in the rain (so, muddy and possibly slug-infested), and I also decided to sweep the concrete area in which they had lived. My indoor plants were easier to manage, as they are all healthy and clean; I simply put them all in one section, ready to be placed in an open box or two the morning of the move.
It was satisfying cleaning all my empty outdoor pots. I scrubbed them all in a large sink with hot water (wearing gloves, of course, in case any friends appeared) then left them to drain all afternoon. The empty pots are in my room, ready to be packed, whilst I’ve kept the outdoor plants in the laundry, as it has been raining on and off for the last few days and I wanted them to dry before transporting them to my new home. The backyard looks much sadder without the plants there, which makes me appreciate the time and money spent on them; they do make a difference! They do make me happy!
It is still cloudy, but the amount of rain is supposedly easing, so I have laundry on the line but I’m not convinced it’ll dry out there. The problem is, I don’t have a dryer where I am but I need things to dry before Monday so I can pack them. Worst case scenario, I take damp clothes in my laundry basket with me and hang them up when I move in. Still, it would be nice if I didn’t need to bother and everything could go in a suitcase or box.
It feels good to be getting through these tasks. While I know I would have managed to get it all done had I still been working and driving this week, it would have been a bit more of a rush, and perhaps not so well thought out. It’s nice to be going through things slowly. I can enjoy the process instead of trying to hurriedly get through it.