P.S. – how could I forget?

Two year anniversary with my most wonderful husband (Zsolti) is today. Happy anniversary, Babe!

There is an unfortunate tendency for me to associate my wedding anniversary with discovering the lump in my breast last year. But sitting here at Tragos with Zsolt’s arm about my shoulder, bopping to the music and drinking a mint tea – every single moment, including our anniversaries, is a moment to celebrate loving my husband. I need to shake off that stigma from last year’s traumas – that was LAST YEAR. Past tense. This is now, here, happening. And it feels quite nice.

Stepping out the door

Alright, I’m at Tragos using the internet – last Tragos of the UK, last posting from England. Next up – Euro cruising with the Hungarians as we head to Zsolt’s homeland for a much needed vacation. I’ll write some posts in the car and then publish them as we arrive at various internet cafes. Until then, have a lovely week. The boxes are shipped, the flat has been cleaned, and the photo shoot is over. We’re on our way, baby!

See you soon ;)

Packing through panic

Packing update (still no time for pictures):

The boxes are slowly filling. One after another, I’m stuffing them with clothing, books, computer games and cooking hardware. Attempts to sell the mattress have failed. Such is life. We’ll be shipping it to Canada. Time is running out since the movers arrive tomorrow to collect our goods, which means tonight will likely involve last minute quick-fixes – tape and cardboard flying. Went shopping yesterday in attempted retail therapy. Bought amazing dress (Sales Lady said it looked, ‘striking’ then commented how she remembered me from the last time I’d tried it on. That essentially sold the dress. Not sure why – but the word striking suited me perfectly. I’d like to be striking, particularly after this past year of being a Vaseline smear of myself in the mirror).  Soon to leave for Hungary with a European road trip in the works. Not planning this trip, instead leaving everything up to my husband and his family. I’ll just be the tired girl in the backseat, typing away on her laptop.  Article writing is coming along, but I’m suffering from ‘cheese’ symdrom. It’s like when attractive people suddenly appear ugly in front of the camera. As soon as a spot light is turned on my writing it freezes up – fills with formality and tension – thus resulting in a lost voice. But life is a learning process, problem has been identified – now must rise above. Shake off those nerves.

And that is my situation in the form of facebook status lingo, or twitter tweeting. Many nouns are lost in the process, but too bad so sad. I’m too busy for nouns today.  Essentially things are ticking along, but I’m finding it overwhelming. Also, throughout the madness of moving, there is this lurking sadness that keeps swooping down and resting heavily on my mind. It’s funny – when I found out gluten was a bad thing, that really pissed me off. Finding out that my eggs are so low . . . I’m not at the point where I can be pissed off, instead I’m just well-deep sad.

Chances are I should be writing more. It’s such a relief for these feelings, but because of the move there’s no time. So! I’ve snuck in a pinch of typing this morning for Bumpyboobs, thankfully, but now should be off to eat some breakfast. Early morning writing is good for the soul. Helps to lighten my mood (because I shove all my worries on this electronic page, ‘worry distribution’  so that they’re free from my head).

Okay, now it’s really time to go. Zsolt is awake and getting dressed.

Soon this madness will be over and I’ll be floating in spa waters. Almost there, Catherine, you’re almost there.