Friday, May 20, 2016

Things that go to new homes

I woke up the other night thinking, "What if we're making the biggest mistake of our lives moving back to Britain?"

It's the 3AM brain that's dangerous. At 7AM I was feeling okay, but I'd be lying if I said everything is rosy and shiny here. There have been meltdowns and melancholia, and it feels like we're undergoing death by a thousand very slow cuts.

We've sold one car, and we shipped out our boxes of things we can do without (I hope) for 6 to 10 weeks.





After advertising our couch and matching chair, a young woman couldn't wait to get them for her first apartment. So we're using a patio chair and the rocker that will stay here with my sister.




The TV is now on the floor because we don't have anything left to put it on! It was on this chest that my dad made in the '70s - a friend just bought that from us.




Before that the TV was briefly on a side table after another friend bought the TV stand. Now the side table holds the computer because the computer desk is in the garage for our last garage sale tomorrow.




Next week other friends will be buying all the remaining furniture and the bicycles, the computer will be erased and donated, and we'll clean the house, sign stacks of papers, and relinquish our keys and our home. It makes me very sad because I've really loved living here. I find some consolation in the thought that we leave a legacy behind - sort of like organ donation.

Besides the furniture going to new homes, our everyday dishes went to a young woman who wanted to have a matched set instead of putting up with her boyfriend's odds and ends.

A lovely artist who lives down the road bought a small vase at our last garage sale because she wants to use it in a still life painting.

Some cool contemporaries bought my two Balinese frogs - they'll give them to a friend who is a musician with a frog pond. The frogs may end up in his music studio!




Our old bedroom dresser will hold clothes for two little boys as they grow up - one is only two months old now.

And our house will be loved by two new people who moved here to be near their son. Maybe this will be their last home. I wonder where my last home will be.




After the house sale is complete, we'll take some road trips here before we fly across the pond in mid-June. Until I get a new computer in the UK I'll be depending on my 7-year-old netbook, and my camera card doesn't fit it (so old skool). I think this is a good time to say See ya later, au revoir, arrivederci. I'll share photos from Wales - you know, sheep, hills and strange road signs - as soon as we've settled in our new home!

Val

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Oxytocin Hugs

It's about two and a half weeks now until we move out of our house, and about 35 days until we fly to the UK to start our new lives. Although our house is looking very empty, there's still a lot to sell, much to do and people to see. It's getting harder to de-stress by thinking happy thoughts - or procrastinating.

So I flew to Palm Springs.


Of course, it was a pleasure trip. I'm lucky to have two very dear, longtime friends there. One has been diagnosed with cancer, and he may not be able to travel to see me in the UK. So I just had to squeeze in a visit.


I've known these guys forever. Back in the '80s and '90s, I worked with both of them at various restaurants. They got married three years ago, coincidentally right after I wrote this post, Love is Love.

We spent almost three days hanging out, talking and talking and talking, and seeing the sights.


We toured Sunnylands in Rancho Mirage, the home of the Annenbergs, where they hosted the Queen and several presidents. President Obama was there in February for the US-ASEAN summit. And yes, I was a little excited to be in the same house Barack had been in!


We went to very cool restaurants, and ate way too much. We hiked, we biked, we shopped.


I saw Alyson Walsh's book in a great display - she's in very good company here.

And when I was supposed to come home Friday evening, my plane was delayed, so I got one more night to visit and stay in their comfy guest room.


My friend Frank said that if you hug someone for more than 10 seconds, it releases oxytocin and makes you feel good. There was lots of hugging, and oxytocin was spurting through my system when I finally checked in to fly home.

Palm Springs Airport

Hugs!

Val