Today we close on our house here in Houston. Very exciting to be in the fortunate position of getting our Green Cards and being able to make permanent plans to live here. Really looking forward to moving now, which is a far cry from how I originally felt about this house. The changes we've made have made the world of difference, and it will soon turn from a shell of a house to a lovely home.
That was the sweet.
The bitter is that last night I plucked up the courage to ring my sister in Tasmania. In March she found out she has terminal cancer, and instead of rushing to pick up the phone or send her an email, I stalled as there was so much crap surrounding my Dad's (our Dad) death and funeral that I couldn't let go of it and deal with what was important.
She has just a few months left to live, and my heart is now breaking. I think we'll be moving house in 2 weeks and then planning a trip to go and see her before it's too late.
Life is so fcuking cruel ?
