Moving a whole family and their lives from one country to another is not very eco friendly. The packers arrived this morning with bales of paper, giant rolls of bubble wrap and enough cardboard boxing to wrap the QE2. They proceeded to swarm upon us like ants. The girls and I have been battling for a week over what can be kept and shipped, what can be donated to charity and what can be thrown away. Tiny components of long forgotten games have been declared as favourites. Jigsaws with missing pieces have been wept over. Hair bobbles that have lost their elasticity can’t be lived without and it goes on. I keep finding items recovered from the rubbish bin covered in fluff and stuffed at the back of underwear drawers and in treasure boxes. Any lessons learnt about those who have and those who have not have been forgotten in the drama and talk of donating to the poor is met with incredulity because “we gave them that Barbie at the Christmas fair!”…..
Nevertheless, we have come to a situation where most of our possessions lie forlorn in cardboard boxes ready to be shipped to Dubai. It’s an incredibly sad sight to see our home decimated albeit temporarily. My head knows that we will see it all again but my heart hurts at this tangible evidence of our departure in two days time. It gives me a sense of what the girls must be feeling to see their possessions both weeded out and boxed away. Looking on the bright side, in three days time the girls and I will be landing in England, safe in the security of our extended families. In five weeks time, we’ll be flying to Dubai, all four of us as a family at last. Our possessions will be waiting for us and the next chapter can begin…..
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