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Thursday, 12 July 2018

About moving

O no… I realise when I walk into one of the room in our soul-sol. O no… they left some things that should have been moved. What now? 

Sunday, 8 July 2018

Leaving our mark

Wouldn’t it be fun the leave something from us in the garden? 
The question came up a couple of weeks ago during dinner time.
Like leaving our names in the tree or so…
I had already crossed my mind.
But I carved a heart for Valentine in our heart the first year we lived here. It took forever for the tree to heal and for the heart to become part of the tree again. So if we carved the tree now it would definitely show and how would the new owners feel about that?

Monday, 2 July 2018

And we are not really saying goodbye

Goodbyes are not forever
Goodbyes are not the end
They simply mean I’ll miss you
Until we meet again

And we are not really saying goodbye
We’re handing over the keys next Thursday. The last full week in our house has started. The summer holiday has started too. Which means most of our friends leave the country for the summer. Going all over the world.
This weekend has been full of goodbyes. Goodbyes with a few tears.
Starting with a goodbye party with Aimée’s friends from her class last Friday afternoon.
She had been looking forward to the party for weeks and enjoyed it thoroughly. 

As the whole of Tim’s class graduated to secondary school the tears flowed freely Friday afternoon at pick up time. Also with me. It’s the end of eight years standing at that school. It’s the end of a period in our lives. 

Friday evening we had a little goodbye picnic with some of Tim’s classmates at ‘le petit pelouse’ next to the hippodrome in Chantilly. Mark called me after two hours that Joas had an unexpected sleepover at a friends house to. If I could come home to look after Aimée and her friend. Aimée had a friend over for his first sleepover ever. It wasn’t the greatest success. He kept coming out of bed. Until we decided to call his parents, who live half an hour away, to come and pick him up. Five minutes later he fell asleep after all.
Tim also had a friend over for the night.

Two more birthday parties happened this weekend. More driving. 

And Sunday afternoon we had our Dutch goodbye party. Roughly 20 adults and 20 kids were in our garden. Laughter, fun, food and a few tears. 

One thing this life has thought me is that people enter your life for a reason. Even if it’s just for a little while. This might very well be not goodbye forever.
It’s just a goodbye until we meet again.
One day…

Sunday, 1 July 2018

Saying goodbye… Annemieke style…

The house is slowly getting emptier. Our oldest son told me yesterday that he feels I have an obsession with throwing stuff away. I would disagree.
I don’t really feel it’s an obsession. I like to have a look at things and wonder if I really need them.
Do I really need 20 mugs in my cupboard? I decided I didn’t and gave a bunch of them to the school.
Am I really going to send cards that have been in my card box for the last 20 years in the next 20?
I guessed I wouldn’t. And so I sorted through all of them and threw a bunch away. 

Thursday, 28 June 2018

And have a nice life...

I can remember the first time I had to say goodbye to somebody very well. I was eleven. One of my best friends from primary school was moving an hour away during the summer. I remember crying. A feeling of desperation. My life rocked. 

Every year since coming to France we’ve said goodbye to people.

Wednesday, 27 June 2018

Surprising news

We are sort of flabbergasted with this news.
Like it’s unreal. And not even true. 
But yet the email proves it is;