THE QUIRKY MEDIUM IN SPAIN

Saying goodbye to everyone

Some of our friends who couldn’t make the party turned up over the next couple of days but I felt terrible as I couldn’t give them quality time as we had so much to do. They say that moving home is one of the most stressful things you can do in your life, and I agree.

The worst was to come – leaving my family. At first, we were far too busy packing everything away – our friends Sarah and Andy had come to help, and Mum, Carol, me and John wrapped and packed, wrapped and packed wrapped and packed….  It was laborious work and seemed never ending. Cupboards were emptied and cleaned, the boxes were taped up and labelled, and finally we all collapsed in the conservatory eating take away pizzas and heaving a sigh of relief. I’d been too busy to feel the emotion rising inside of me but just before it was time for them to go my heart sank as realisation hit me – hard….  Olivia, 8, came over and flung her arms around me and broke her heart – My Mum was trying to be brave by holding back the tears, and my sister couldn’t hold hers in any longer as we clung onto each other. Oh dear God, how will we get through this?

Moving day!

It poured down – an absolute deluge and I will never forget the feeling I had, as I sat on one of our suitcases in the box room waiting for John to come back from the petrol station.  The new owners had started moving their stuff into the house – they had put old towels down on the hall floor as they brought their furniture etc in. I wanted to stay out of the way and gather my thoughts. I had on some level dreaded this day, and yet – as I sat there looking at the four walls of the room, and tried to feel something, anything tangible – I couldn’t…. I knew in an instant that the lovely energy in this home had been created by us, and would be moving with us to Spain. It didn’t belong here anymore, so the house was waiting for its new inhabitants to build their own energy.  I said goodbye and thanked the house (no longer our home) for many wonderful happy years. It was now time to move on, to the new chapter in our lives.

Once John came back we had lunch for the last time in our village pub and I had to snigger when I heard the song that came on as we got up to go ‘I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again’!

Feeling Stranded

Our flight to Spain was delayed by 6 hours. We couldn’t believe it!. There was nothing to do but relax at the airport until once settled on the plane and 2half hours later we landed at Alicante Airport @ 3am in the morning.  I couldn’t wait to get to our apartment which would be our stepping stone accommodation until we got the keys to our new home.  We made our way through the airport to pick up our hire car which we had booked several months in advance. Only to find that the desk was all locked up! So there we were – like nomads, at silly oclock in the Country that was to be our new home. What a welcome!!

After panicking, logic eventually set in – and we made our way to the taxi rank. Luckily we had enough euros from our previous visit to Spain. The journey there was surreal – it was so foggy, I couldn’t see a thing out of the window, and everything at that point seemed so bizarre I had to laugh. Was it a genuine one or one on the point of hysteria? Probably a combination of both!!

When we finally arrived at the apartment, I could have kissed the walls – it was the familiarity more than anything and it didn’t take us long to get to sleep as we were both absolutely exhausted mentally and physically.

Settling In.

Finally we got the keys to the house which looked like it had been raided and we realised how much was missing. For one thing there was no cooker in the living room upstairs which is where we were going to live. The Under build would be where I would set up my spiritual practise in one of the ous bedrooms, and the rest of the space downstairs would be where family and friends would come and stay on holiday. Our furniture hadn’t arrived so I gave myself a pat on the back for having the foresight to ask that the previous owner left us the bit of furniture she was going to have taken away as her new rented accommodation was fully furnished. So we made do with an old settee, two twin beds and thanked our lucky stars that we didn’t feel like nomads anymore!  It didn’t feel like home yet but I knew it wouldn’t take us long to put our stamp and energies on it especially once our beloved pets had arrived.

Arrival of furniture & Pets

In that order! Two days after we moved in, the furniture and all our worldly goods arrived and a day after that, we got the call we had been waiting for. Libby the dog, and Tara & Celeste pussycats were on their way to us. However, when they did arrive, I wasn’t expecting them to be in such a state.  It was an incredibly hot day and due to the delay in us moving into the house, they had to stay in a kennels about 5 hours away. A tiny van turned up, and the man handed me the dog, and a very small cage which contained two petrified cats that were huddled up together. (They normally hate each other)… Once in the house, I cried with relief but also at the state they were in. The dog was thinner and so happy to see us yet immensely thirsty, she drank all the water in her bowl then tried to drink water out of the toilet. The cats were filthy and matted. I asked the man where Libby’s lead was and her beautiful bed and his remark was “What lead? What bed?!”.  So that was that then obviously!

When we went to bed I put an old blanket over the top of the duvet and our three pets lay on it together, as the five of us went to sleep in our new home and Country.