Alex and I don’t get much time to ourselves. When we do, Alex gets things done; it’s amazing how much a Mum can do when she’s given 30 minutes away from her kids. Meanwhile, I faff. It’s an art I’ve crafted and mastered throughout my life.
But I am good at lists. And I’m finding that moving your entire life overseas demands the mother of all lists: sub-categories, bullet points, you name it. The list grows when I least expect it. I’ll be walking to the station, something comes to me, and all of a sudden I’m barking out random words. Netflix! Council Tax! Plugs!
In the off-chance that someone (other than me) actually reads this, and just supposing they’re interested in the things we have to get done before we leave, here’s a scaled-down list. There’s a whole bunch of tasks under each of these, and I can tell you now that we will never get it all done, especially while I’m in charge. Hopefully Alex is reading this and will stage a coup to overthrow me.
– Rent out house
– Sell car
– Stop all utilities
– Figure out what to do with our possessions
– Apply for visa
– Prepare for UK tax exit / US tax entry
– Shortlist nurseries
– Confirm temporary accommodation
If everything goes according to plan, we’ll be leaving in 7 weeks. 7 weeks to get all that done! Christ. Just thought of a couple more to add to the list:
– Try not to panic
– Wear two pairs of pants at all times, just in case I fail the above