I didn't want to write here until I had something concrete to share. Actually, I didn't really want to write here unless it was good news. Hence the silence for a few days. But sometimes no news is good news.
I sent the transporter an email yesterday (Monday), asking him to confirm Little Love's arrival on Wednesday. So far he has managed to ignore my phone calls and text messages but he has always responded to my emails. But this time he didn't respond. So I called and left a message. Twice. No response.
I tried to believe that this meant that he was indeed still planning to deliver Little Love at the new barn tomorrow. Because thinking the unthinkable was not an option. So, I got into my car and drove three hours from our summer cottage to Helsinki, to be ready for her arrival. By the time I got to my parents house in Helsinki and checked my email - yet again - the pit in my stomach was the size of a soccer ball. Why was the transporter not responding back to me? Last time he went MIA on me, he was on a vacation and left my horse sitting in Germany for a week. It was starting to look a lot like déjà vu.
But then, at almost 9 pm, when I was in the shower (instead of staring at my phone and willing it to ring), he called.
"I'll be dropping your horse off tomorrow around 1 pm."
Seriously, I thought I was going to cry. We left Switzerland almost two weeks ago and finally tomorrow Little Love's journey across Europe would be over. I am carefully hopeful, but the skeptic in me is saying I shouldn't believe it until I see it. But how can I not be excited?? I will see her again tomorrow! What will she be like? Dissociated? Scared? Skinny? Will her feet look awful? (they didn't look too great nine days ago when I last saw her) Or will she be alright; present in the moment and calm in the mind? Perhaps she gained some weight resting in Germany? She will come out of the car all shiny and healthy...
How am I going to sleep tonight? :-)