Currently the Paper Family are living in a little bubble of transition. Like any good short story, I should begin with an atmospheric paragraph, pathetic fallacy enriched, as I set the scene and evoke genre. So I shall.
Deep in the heart of the Irish midlands, the Paper house was immersed in a heatwave, something as rare in that part of the world as snakes and being happy for others who do well in life. Day turned into day, becoming a week and then an entire fortnight of high temperatures. People were investing in new clothes, carelessly purchasing linens and cut offs and aweing at the fact that a second bottle of sunscreen would be purchased in households that kept old, solidly full factor 30 in a vague hope they might be needed in future.
It was in the midst of the heat that the transition time occurred. Changes were coming. Changes that happened in the bubble of summer heat that burned fragile as crepe paper.
With rising temperatures on the outside comes changing emotions on the inside. Blood thickens. Tensions build. Problems scaffold until one large argument occurs. The heat changes everything. Melting, expanding, drying out- everything was changing shape and our lives along with it.
We recently made a rather large decision regarding our daughters that I already talked about in Breaking Up with your Childminder. I think it was the right thing to do but I found the whole thing very sad. Leaving this little place signified a much deeper level of change in our lives; the beginning of a new stage for both girls. Primary school and preschool. I cried on the last day. The girls were blasè. Thankfully, the unusual presence of heatwave meant my shades covered all. I think.
In the midst of the changes, the Facebook message arrived announcing the closure of a blogging group that I think was pretty special. The Big Up Your Blog group worked. It forged friendships, allegiances and readership. Even though I could feel the end coming, it was still managed to gift me the heart swoops when I knew it was going. There are lots of groups however and I proudly enjoy and more recently but I will miss my first and much loved BUYB blog routine. I didn’t cry but I still feel the transition.
We changed the car. Another change for good- we have excellent air condition now, just in time for #HeatwaveIreland. Someone else’s old car becomes our new one. Mr Paper and I had a lovely lunch to celebrate this and then we spun about to get the girls in the new car. No tears this time. Just celebratory Pavlova.
My work life is on hold as I am a teacher and, as we all know, Teachers Get Holidays. Just before the break however, more than a few staff announced their moves to new schools, some were at the end of contracts and a few more retired. In all, a significant amount are on the move. This can happen. This year was different though as someone I would consider a best friend is moving too. We interviewed on the same day. My dad even gave us both lifts home. We spent our time working together, supporting each other and belly laughing. Mug after mug of rushed staffroom coffee. In the last decade we have married our partners and each had two children. The school amalgamated and we moved building. Illness, success, sadness and happiness: We were through it together. It is a good move for my friend. She will be nearer her family. It is the right thing. Selfishly I will miss her. It will not fully hit until work returns. Others will be gone too and the dynamic will change. On the last day? I cried. Selfish tears.
The thunder will come. After that the rain. The pressure lifts. Normality can return. The Papers will work beyond the changes.
Heliophilia– the desire to be in the sun-will be taken metaphorically. I may not want to sit in a fever inducing heat blaze, but I can look to the light in the dream that we are making good decisions.