Update 1: The packing

Triumphantly I announce

"I have made a carton!"

The carton is large enough to fit an average human in and I step back, beaming with pride at my apparent handiwork.

The carton, 2 days later, is still empty.

I have 1 week and 3 days remaining to pack and 6 more cartons to put together. That works out as roughly 1 day to pack each year of my UK life. Or less than one carton per day.

I think I should get a move on.

Update 2: The Tattoo

I've paid the deposit.

I shall be inked again on Thursday and I am incredibly excited. It's been far too long.

The design proposal, it has to be said, is absolutely gorgeous and I am really really excited that I couldn't get into Into You after all, and instead found this little gem. Which I've walked by almost every day on my way to work.

Update 3: The love of my life

I've met him. Bet you weren't expecting that one, were you?

But that is another story, and far too long and complex to be just an update. But it hit me Monday evening and I realised I've been falling in love with him since I was 8. It just took me a while to get here.

Update 4: Denial

I'm in a healthy state of it. I'm pretty damn good at this whole "denial - not just a river in Egypt" thing.

I think I need to pack.

I don't want to go to the hospital.


Update 5: The Hospital

I've got to go back, again. On Friday. I've put it off for 2 months. But for my own state of mind (and health) I need to go. Frankly, I'm scared shitless.

And I'm tired of being brave about it.


Update 6: I need to stop from freaking out about the whole moving halfway across the world.

So I've booked a flight to Barcelona for me and The Gorgeous, and put a deposit down (I am all about the deposits this week) on a fabulous little flat near las Ramblas and the Picasso Museum.

I'm looking forward to escaping reality for a few days.