Yes, it’s happened and I’m excited, as well as still a bit anxious of course. Moving house is never an easy task, and creating a whole new sense of ‘home’ does push my insecurity buttons.
But honestly, it feels like it’s been as easy as possible.
In fact, I must admit it seems as though the Universe has almost fallen over itself to make this flow beautifully.
My one last major concern was what to do with my current home, as I couldn’t afford to sell it quite yet. Who to rent it to? Could I handle really ‘letting go’ of a home base my boy and I had had since 2005?
And then my gorgeous, cheeky, smart-as-a-whip son ‘19.5’ rested his arm around my shoulders and said:
‘I’ve been waiting years for you to move out Mum: let me move back in and rent it from you.’
P E R F E C T
Like, so totally PERFECT I couldn’t stop grinning. But I had to be cool.
‘Sweetie, that’s a lovely offer, but I have a massive mortgage to pay now, so I can’t give you a very cheap rent; you’ll have to get a flatmate. And quite frankly, two nineteen-year old young men are probably NOT my ideal tenants. Can you find a female friend, or someone who’s super clean/tidy?’
He scrolled immediately through all the contacts on his phone… till his face lit up.
Which is how I’ve ended up living in Paradise up in the rainforest, while my son and his good friend K help pay my mortgage, while looking after my beloved old cat, who can’t come with me because my new home is a wildlife sanctuary.
AND JUST IN TIME!!! Because now we are all in COVID-19 crisis! I’ve lost all my festival performing jobs and Pilates classes, and the World has sent us to our rooms.
I cannot imagine the stresses of being locked down in a tin hut in India, or a tower block in Hong Kong; a stone hut in Nepal with no hot running water, or a refugee detention camp.
I feel sick to my stomach at my fortuitous timing and privilege.
Yet here I am.
With gratitude for universal timing, packing tape, and pure luck, G xO