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I don't know if it's the change of seasons and the chill that means the end of summer is in the air, but I am feeling low this week, thinking of endings and new directions and waiting.
This week is the last in our house.
The house we moved into as newly weds, where I was pregnant with my children and bathed my babies. The house where we did midnight and 2am feedings and played in the garden.
The logical part of me knows that we'll happy in our new place, and that it's an opportunity to create new memories. But every item I pack in a box just makes me feel sad.
Despite my Monday blues, I actually had a lovely weekend. We got to go to dinner at 500 at the Saxon on Saturday night, a real spoiling.
We also had Michael and Grace Mae's 1st birthday party on Saturday morning, and it was very sweet. Not too many people, not too overwhelming and they loved the singing and the birthday cakes.
So excuse me while I try and get out of my funk. In the meantime,my husband and I were having a discussion yesterday about Zimbabwe and the possibilities for the tourism market, and I came across this article in the FT which I thought was really interesting.
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