It was nearly eight months ago when we first started talking about London, and I remember one night telling Richard
"I'm letting my hopes go sky high. I know they might come crashing down, and the disappointment might be more severe, but for tonight, I'm dreaming big."
For months my excitement never waned.
Then in the last month I've faced some feelings that even my excitement couldn't be an antidote for. Sadness, stress and general feelings of nervousness and being overwhelmed weighed heavy on me. Going through all the motions of closing a life was hard. One of Richard's future coworkers had warned us it would be excruciating.
And now here I sit, having trudged through the swamp of cancelling, arranging, packing and departing, full of excitement again. I'm glad to have it back, I'll need some adrenaline to get through the next few hours, days and weeks.
Cheers!