Awful Friday

It’s raining cats, dogs and an assortment of pets. Maybe the winter is showing off one more time before saying goodbye, because (supposedly) today is the first day of spring. It’s also Good Friday, but like a priest jokingly said on TV this morning: “Perhaps it should have been called Awful Friday.”

So today is Good/Awful Friday, Spring Equinox and to me – Almost Cheese day! I have not been eating cheese since Ash Wednesday – apart from mascarpone in Tiramisu twice. I’m pretty proud of myself, and I think I have broken my habitual continuous cheese eating. I do so miss cheese sprinkling on pizza though. I haven’t had pizza since Ash Wednesday either!

We are going to spend Easter Weekend painting the walls of our new house. We already painted one wall in the kitchen and it looked so pretty! I hope it will look pretty still when we see it again today. A cousin is coming over to help us and my parents and sister&boyfriend are coming to help too, so fingers crossed that we get all the painting done this weekend. With the extra day on monday it should be okay.

And then it will be my last week doing my current job and our last week in this city! It’s amazing how fast it has all gone by. I thought it would be slow and I would have plenty of time to get used to the idea of leaving, but as usual it has crept up on me.
On the one hand I’m so glad to be leaving (which is why I chose to leave in the first place), but there are so many things that I will miss too.

A stoic move of boxes
But the real me weeps
I am not a nomad
I was meant for keeps
-2002-

I have an intense hatred of moving house. Yet it will be the tenth time I’m going to do it now. Despite having done it so often, I can’t seem to get used to it though. I get very attached to spaces and places and faces. Thankfully we’ll be moving to a place that I know very well too, so I suppose that will help. I’m really not looking forward to all the physical hard work though, and the stress of planning everything and on top of that the emotional side of the saying goodbye to this house, this city, this job and to my colleagues.

Yuck.
The weather fits my mood.

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