After giving away my kitties I was a heartbroken zombie packer. The task of clearing our lives out of our house and squeezing it all into a small storage cellar felt endless. But when the end finally came it was an intense crescendo of stress and panic and physical exhaustion.
And in the moment that I closed the door to the cellar (where I’d spent the last few days applying my best Tetris skills), strapped our babe into her car seat and set off to start a new life with 3 suitcases (excluding hand luggage, a trunki, a pram and a car seat!), leaving our home and our lives as we knew them behind us, I felt nothing. I was too tired.