The countdown

First of all, Happy Birthday to me! Forty-two today.

The reality of this move has dug its claws into my chest. I catch myself standing in the middle of my kitchen, looking around at all of our STUFF, and realizing that somehow, I will have to get rid of it. And soon! The thought of the seconds and minutes ticking away at such high speed has sent me spiralling into a panic.

The truth is I am excited.

Rob keeps showing me these Tommy Hilfiger ads that we believe on some superficial level will be our new identity. It’s hilarious, really. I mean, who can afford the Land Rover golf cart, let alone the herd of horses!

In my dreams, I am just that fabulous…!