Well, I arrived yesterday afternoon.
The last 24 hours have been a blend of unpacking, sobbing uncontrollably, and being aggressively productive; I've run completely unnecessary errands and walked all over town in what's clearly been an unconscious effort to block out emotion.
Very uncharacteristically of me, I've been half-listening to an absolute dogs**t podcast by two ex-Playboy Bunnies nonstop in my headphones. Despite it being complete drivel, I can't turn it off. My brain can't handle anything sensible, and the silence in this flat is so loud.
On the up-side, I met the butcher (very smiley man who fell immediately in love with my dog and fed him half a steak pie), the man who runs the pet shop (very friendly, moved here 5 years ago from Botswana, we bonded over how weird it is living outside your home country for extended periods), and the guy who runs the local community gardening project. I'm going to join them tomorrow morning for my first dip into volunteering.
Tonight I cooked myself a very boring-but-nourishing dinner (trout, spinach tossed in pesto, baby new potatoes and cottage cheese, for those of you who are interested) in an attempt to gently and sensibly parent my inner child. Inner child is now demanding sweet-and-salty-popcorn, and I'll probably feed her that, too.
I feel completely drained, on the verge of tears 100% of the time, and I'm at severe risk of emptying my bank account on nonsense purchases because at least buying a laundry basket gives me something to do.
My heart is hurting, and I feel dizzyingly alone.
But I'm here. I did the big first step.
Thanks again to all you lovely folk who made great suggestions and encouraging noises. I'll be doing my best to put them all into practice very soon, once I can breathe again.