Up in the air
Things are all up in the air at the moment; both metaphorically and literally.
We spent the last weekend of August by the sea, and Eliza learned to say ‘airplane!’ (not unprompted – it was the local air show, where planes fly over the part of the beach you can see from my parent’s house). In London we live near a flight path, so it’s a word she has since spent a lot of time repeating as she points upwards.
Our relocation plans are definitely moving in the right direction (thank you so much for the amazing response to my Crystal Palace post. It’s making me all nostalgic and we haven’t even left yet). We’re now lodged in that liminal space where things are happening with lawyers and surveyors but nothing will be finalised for a while. Terrified of jinxing it all, Alex and I have taken to talking in hushed tones about ‘that place we might possibly move to at some point.‘ I’m vaguely pinning wallpaper, tiles and toddler room and house project ideas on Pinterest. Just for future reference, not with actual intent, you understand – of course.
And even though it’s now officially Autumnal – aka cold and damp and grey – we are not due to go on our summer holiday for a few weeks yet. So while the heating might have snuck on once or twice and the black opaques are firmly back in the drawer, I’m stocking up on Factor 30 and the last dregs of the ASOS sundress sale.
On a final note, I’m sure it’s not always this cold in September, is it? We got married in this month and it was gloriously sunny (also; mustn’t forget our wedding anniversary).