and finally… peace
Reward. At last.
All the hard work we three have put into the last two months – the dreaded and exhausting six weeks of 27 exams in 11 subjects, the much-dreaded house move – has paid off.
We are at Red Gate Farm for the summer!
The move is like a bad, bad dream somewhere in the distant past, although it was only a week ago that we spent our first night in the new house. Which means that in the past week we have slept in three different homes. This is, I realize, very much a First World Problem: too many homes. Even an endless array of maddening exams is a First World Problem: the luxury of a fabulous education.
What we have learned, however, through this process, is that it’s all right to acknowledge that Problems Are Problems, and the ones we have are the ones we have to shoulder.
As planned ahead of time, the moment Avery took up the pencil for her last exam last Monday, all hell broke loose at home. Most of all for the poor kitties.
I awoke on moving day very early (for me) and before I could start stressing about it, simply grabbed up a cat and thrust it into a kitty prison and shut the door. Grabbed another one, same procedure. Two more and the job was done. Hallelujah!
The kitty hotel taxi arrived and a very nice man loaded them in and drove away.
And then the movers arrived. With the calm air of people for whom the whole project is just a day’s work – as opposed to the total destruction of one’s home – they whizzed through the house like dervishes, taking apart our life with very little effort, it seemed.
Avery texted to say that her last exam was OVER! I cycled to the village to buy a celebratory bookshop gift certificate, stopping by the church to say goodbye to the vicar, who was quietly pleased for Avery’s accomplishment, gently satisfied with my description of our summer plans. I will miss him, and St Mary’s.
John stopped the movers just before they took away our sofa!
“We are going to need to watch some telly tonight!” he said firmly. They left the bed too, and that was about all.
The next day, bright and early, saw us at the new house. A beautiful bright-red door welcomed us.
Avery spent the two most fractious nights of the move at her friend Maggie’s house, whilst Maggie’s mother, my beloved friend Elspeth, gave me tea and sympathy during various frantic breaks from the horribleness. But mostly I settled in.
First up was the kitchen, obviously. Good bones.
John and I unpacked with gusto (that deceptive burst of energy at the beginning of an awful project). The Polish movers tried out their English on us. “I learned it all from Peppa Pig on the telly!” one announced proudly. By the end of that first day, the kitchen was lovely.
We cooked a simple supper of roasted salmon, mostly to get to know the new stove, and to try to remember where we had put everything.
After dinner, I settled the bedroom with as much serenity as I could manage, knowing that we needed a peaceful place to spent the first night, to be ready for the chaos of the next day.
The next day brought Avery, full of relief at the exams being over, and the next day, the books. Horrors!
The next day brought the bookshelf installers, one of whom remembered installing them in our very first London house, four houses and nearly eight years ago, now.
John went off for a much-needed break to meet up with architects and plan our NEXT home (yegads, what a nightmarish idea THAT is! Moving AGAIN!), so I put “The 4:50 From Paddington” audiobook on and settled in to unpack the books. Two hours and a terrible backache later, the job was done. Once more, laden, alphabetized shelves.
Up to do the same in the bedroom! Avery helped.
And the guest room. You’ll have plenty to read when you come to stay.
The kitties arrived! And settled right in, albeit puzzled by all the chaos.
Tacy found sunshine straightaway.
Keechie coped with the whole situation by simply disappearing. I have no idea where she went.
The next day in our Marathon Living Hell brought two more mainstays of my moving-house routine: Mark the brilliant art installer, and Dorie, the magical cleaning lady. At the end of that VERY long day, everything was finished. The empty sitting which had been so hollow…
was now a cosy, welcoming, sunny room, piled high with photo albums and ready for a party.
We toured the garden with Elspeth who got itchy fingers at all the plants she could identify, and all the weeds choking them. Perhaps when we get back in the autumn we’ll hire a gardener for a day to clean it all out, as left to me, I’d kill all the wrong things.
Finally, after a comforting roast chicken dinner, our lovely housesitter Eliza arrived and we showed her everything she needed to know. She bonded with the kitties straightaway and I went to bed reassured.
First thing the next day, we were off. And twelve hours later, we were home.
I would like to say, three days later, that I’ve recovered, but I really haven’t. I feel tired all the time! It will take all the restorative powers of Red Gate Farm to comfort us from our ordeals, soothe our lacerated spirits, help us to take deep breaths of fragrant air – scented with the mint garden – and begin our summer.
oh Dear! You poor exhausted thing! Yet you somehow do your magic & poof! Life is good:) I use to LOVE to move. Hubby & I often packed up the girls in our fun game of monopoly gaining with every move. But then, I felt “settled”. This current home I love. It may or may not be the final home… I can’t really see living here in my twilight years, however, I can imagine a houseful of loving family espeically the once upon a time Grandkids that I hope for one day not too soon from now. Glad to hear you are Stateside, and I do hope to see you when you arrive in Indy. Love to you my Dear Kristen~ Enjoy REd Gate & don’t forget to BREATHE!~
Now is the time for a well-earned “WHOOOSH” as you let go & relax. Hopefully you’ll be back to your usual energy-filled hostess mode soon, as I’m sure you’ll have housefuls of visitors who feel so welcomed at Red Gate Farm. Enjoy, my sweet niece.…
Welcome ‘home’ to Red Gate Farm, welcome to summer, and welcome back to the USA. And to make it official, Happy Fourth of July!
Kristen.…sit back, put your feet up, pour yourself a nice G&T, get a good book and RELAX! That’s an order! Love you, Jo
You are all so lovely and encouraging. We are happy to have had our first party back at Red Gate Farm: a perfect, hot, humid Fourth of July with our beloved neighbors! But more relaxation is needed… watch this space! xx
How wise you are in your explanation of Problems are Problems. Put a day aside to come visit us this time. It’s been too long.
Renee, it’s a deal. let’s find a date… Avery’s off tomorrow for a two-week adventure, then… ;0
Yay!