It’s a time of transition at our place at the moment, the air is crackling with potentiality.
We're waiting for big news which may propel us down a path towards our dreams. Or not.
We've just received news that means we're going to have to move from our home -the ending to the past 5 years of our lives.
Everything is up in the air and interconected. We wait.
In the blink of an eye, I am going from elation at the potential to tears at what we're moving on from.
And fear that it could all fall through or that given the opportunity, we might make the wrong decsion. Trying not to get my hopes up, trying not to get my hopes down.
This will be the next 3 months of our lives.