This year Briony moved away from home to take up a country teaching position and Keaghan moved out in March, to set up house with his fiance ahead of an April wedding.
Briony found the school to be full of problems and decided she would not take up a second contract if it were offered so for the last few months we have anticipated her return to the family home.
As Keaghan's wedding approached I could see his reluctance to order a suit, distribute invitations and organise his groomsmen so when the wedding was postponed due to covid, I wondered if that delay might alter the course of his life. I will never know exactly what happened but just two weeks ago Keaghan informed me of his wish to move back here, as well. The wedding is off and he has, indeed, moved back to his old bedroom.
In amongst the announcement of this change of plan and the actual move, Keaghan and I took a long planned trip to see Briony and bring some of her things back to Sydney.
Just a year ago, the four of us all lived here and it was sometimes irritating and crowded but it was normal. Now, I wonder how on earth we will fit everything in. I wonder how we will get on, I wonder what will be next. What was normal is not normal anymore.
I have thought myself very lucky that covid has not impacted me in a terrible way: it disrupted recruitment and allowed me to keep the job I was due to be made redundant from, restrictions here are not severe, the state is largely covid free etc. but I suspect covid produced this latest change to my circumstances. The effects of the virus just ripple into everything, don't they?
Anyways, I'm a bit overwhelmed. Keaghan's possessions are only slowly making their way from the loungeroom where they were placed the night he arrived, to his bedroom. There is extra furniture to deal with and bags and boxes of Briony's things.
I have final tasks to do to make my workplace covid safe ready for a return to the office next year and a Christmas function to organise. I've been offered some very welcome extra hours but extra hours at work mean less hours for everything else......
This is all a very long winded way to say things are overwhelming right now.
I feel like I am staring at an elephant and wondering how to eat it.
Except I wouldn't want to eat an elephant.
But you know what I mean.