Lilith

I've started taking double the recommended dose of HRT. Lilith has no idea of the enormity of what I’m accomplishing. I am doing everything I can to make this transition to our new adventure as smooth as is humanly possible. She is in the middle of her final exams throughout the entire process so doesn’t appreciate the strain of renewing passports, packing, renting out the house, selling the car and the cat and anything else I can legally put on Trade Me. I try putting Angel on at one point but the only bid is from a farmer in Morrinsville who offers $6.70 if she comes with a lawn mower.

Angel

My mother describes our trip as an "adventure".  That. Is. So. Last. Century. It should be buried with words like menopause and desperate.
I have an awful feeling my entire gap year is going to be like being on holiday with Joan Crawford.She has a "To Pack" list on the fridge with things like "parka", "walking shoes", "coat hangers". The thought of a parka makes me break out in spots. I never get spots. I am really worried about how I'll survive out in the open with her? At least here there are locks on the doors. She keeps going on about how much there is to organise before we leave. How hard can it be?

Goodbye

Tonight I tell my daughter,Angel,that we are leaving New Zealand.