Ugh, it’s September 1st. I can’t believe it’s been a month since we were initially supposed to leave. Lucas applied for OSAP a few weeks ago but it took him a little bit to submit some of the supporting documentation because he was waiting on Glyndwr to fill in a form and that took forever. It’s a waiting game right now, just as it was before. It sucks to have all your plans resting on just one thing (and likewise, to have this one thing fuck up said plans… thank you, OSAP).
Right now, it feels like we’re stagnant. We only have Lucas’ conditional offer and nothing else but dreams and plans in our hearts. I check the prices of flights almost every evening and get more and more frustrated to see them creeping ever higher. We don’t even know when we’ll be able to leave and while I desperately hope it’ll be soon, realistically I should just hope that it’s within September. We don’t even want to think of what might come of the flight from Manchester to Amsterdam we booked for mid-October, under our initial plan. I generally don’t like thinking or talking about our plans because nothing’s happening at the moment.
We spent over almost two weeks repacking the boxes we want to ship. We ruthlessly removed a lot of things we deemed unnecessary or not required within the first while (much of it involved books and toys for Future Child) and reduced sixteen boxes to thirteen; our goal was to have fifteen boxes, twenty at the utmost. I’m contemplating shipping some maternity as well as newborn clothes now that we’ve freed up some space but Lucas seems hesitant to do so, mostly because he wants to ship only as much as we need. We’ve still got some work to do with the boxes for shipping so we’ll see what happens with the maternity clothes. While clearing out some of our stuff, we decided to sell a brand new Ikea dining set we bought around the time Raspberry was born (it was a headachey experience that reminded me how much I dislike selling items online). I have no attachment to it and I care little for it. Besides, somewhere along the line, we decided we’d rather have a round table anyway. I ought to take this time to sell other things I’ve been meaning to get rid of.
Anyway, I’m hoping that after Labour Day things will get set in motion as everyone gets more into a non-summer, non-lackadaisical rhythm. It’s probably too much to ask for but I can hope, can’t I?Advertisements