Moving to Sweden - The quiet before the storm
And in the meantime it’s business as usual here in Milan. The Bean is playing cars with his bestie at nursery, the magnolias are finally in bloom after another germ-ridden winter. We’re making plans for a picnic with friends here, a trip to a wedding later in the year there. Is it possible to lead parallel lives in triplicate?
My head is in a complete spin, I quite literally don’t know whether I’m coming or going. Or actually, that’s not true: we ARE going. Somewhere. Because either of these opportunities would do very nicely. Because, no matter which way we look at it, there is no future here for us in Italy. They’ve been good to us, these four and a bit years in Milan, but it’s time to go.
At some point soon, possibly within months, we will go.
But no, sshhh, let’s not talk about that yet. For as long as possible, let’s try to ward off the heady cocktail of excitement and panic that is sure to hit as soon as the confirmation letter has been sent, the contract signed. Try not to walk around the flat while mentally putting things in boxes or giving them to the charity shop. Try not to feel overwhelmed by the prospect of having to find or conquer so many things in a short space of time: home, nursery, possibly a new language.
No, shhh. Enjoy the quiet before the storm. Hold on to it for dear life. Enjoy the magnolia, the Italian sunshine on my back as I watch my toddler play, blissfully unaware of his parents’ turmoil (or is he? Are the nightmares he’s been having almost every night indicative of a deeper understanding than we give him credit for?), filling and dumping out his new digger over and over. Do nothing, say nothing, plan nothing.