Where did time go??

It's interesting though - the way this has all become present, really really interesting.
A few days ago some guy I've never seen before walked into my home and left with a TV set from my bedroom, yesterday a bunch of people left with my coffee table and slowly the entire house is leaving in other peoples cars, on their heads in some cases and this is all very odd.

Having decided to change pretty much the entire way we live, and having done a (very) few things to tip the decision over from the space where we dream of things to the space where we see them, a new experience is emerging.

I'm aware of a bunch of perspectives. For example, one is quiet, still and things move around me at an acceptable and manageable pace. Another is like constantly being hurled into what I can only describe as a rapidly emerging present. Almost like being swept along in a large and fast flowing river, imagine a stick or other floating thing nearby bobbing along more or less at the same pace, and with almost no effort you could reach it or alter what its doing. Then looking up and seeing the river banks flying past, I struggle to understand how it was so still a moment earlier when it so obviously is not.
At one moment knowing I have a TV in the bedroom and then inviting some stranger into the sanctuary to remove it. Having something of a regular job and then stopping it, living 3 and a half decades on a blob of soil called Africa and then not anymore.
If time were a bus, I would say I've disembarked, and there (from an additional perspective) I can see myself and a stick zooming past in a big ol' river. Its not so much that time has been flying in the chaos of the past few months, but, in a way it has left the play altogether.

The Chaos of Now

All at once, we seem to be undertaking everything that has been listed as the most stessfull things to do in life (except getting divorced) - resigned from our jobs; selling all our worldly posessions; renovating our house; relandscaping the garden (including chopping down 21 trees); trying to find tenants; and moving countries to a destination that has been relatively undecided.

And every evening when we sit outside with the sun setting while sipping a beer, we try to soak up our garden and the beauty that surrounds us, making sure that it seeps into every fibre and we remind ourselves that although there is a lot that we are giving up, that our biggest and most rut-defying adventure is about to start.