Change of Plans

So I haven't been packing. We are not moving in with my Dad. I am feeling pretty bummed about it. I had all these plans and now they either wont be happening or have changed.

You see the day I went to my Dads to discuss which rooms we would be moving into and which of his furniture we would be moving, he cried. He stood at the door of each room and cried. He didn't want to move anything, he didn't want anything touched. I don't know what he thought when he said we could move in, I think he thought we would walk in with two suitcases and share the smallest room in the house which he isn't attached to. He is still grieving my Mum. I totally understand and respect that. Every one grieves differently. When Max died I had to leave our house. Yes I am still attached to many of his things, but the home not so much. Since my Mum died my Dad has never slept in their marital bed he sleeps in a single bed in one of the spare rooms. So moving into my Dads ain't gonna happen.

So the plan now is to go and enjoy our Thailand holiday in two weeks time and in the mean time declutter my house, I am getting rid of loads of things. When we get back we will either move into a 2 bedroom apartment in the same area or move to the coast 1.5 hours away. Where we can get something a bit bigger and with a small backyard.

I do believe that some things happen for a reason. Perhaps moving in with my Dad was not the best idea in the end.