This Saturday marks a fortnight of being in our new house. It also marks a fortnight since I last knitted something or worked on my latest sewing project and this is driving me insane. Watching TV without some knitting to hand feels like an utter waste.
Part of the problem is that I need to buy some new wool to keep going on one of my projects; the other problem lies in the fact that we have A View and it’s rather tempting at times to simply sit there and stare at it.
But can you blame me when it does things like this? Continue reading
There are currently far too many boxes in my life. Not to worry, though – they’ll all be gone by Monday because that’s when the box rental company is coming to pick them up. With any luck we’ll have emptied them by then, although ‘putting things in their proper place’ is a stage we may not reach immediately after said emptying.
So yes, we have moved. It’s official. The keys from the old house are back with the real estate agents and we are no longer renters. Here is a handy list of how that feels:
Since moving, we have done the following: Continue reading
We’re moving house tomorrow. That feels like such a surreal statement, especially considering I don’t think I’m even remotely ready, despite the fact that everything is in boxes and people will be turning up tomorrow morning to pack it into a truck for us.
This time tomorrow, whenever I see this view in the mirror, I’ll know it means we’re heading away from our home by the mountains and not towards a home in the suburbs.
We’re going to be living in a place where the only non-pedestrian traffic light is fifteen minutes away. We’re going to have a phone number that starts with a 5 instead of a 9 – that’s proper country. We’ll have a view of a mountain from the back door and a view of a mountain from the giant front window.
This time tomorrow, we’ll see what our cats make of it all.
Although, really, this time tomorrow we’ll probably be passed out on the floor, wishing this whole moving house business had never been invented in the first place.
So I’m definitely not ready to move but I am definitely ready for tomorrow to be over. Wish us luck!
Normally, when I mention rescuing treasures, I’m talking about the ones I find in op shops: items from the past that have been hidden away and scrunched up to look ordinary (possibly in a misguided attempt at camouflage). Today, however, I’m talking about treasures of my own that have been forgotten, languishing under the house, hoping, in their inanimate way, to be unearthed and enjoyed once more.
I used to have a theory about the boxes under my house: I figured that if I hadn’t missed any of the items they harboured for the past five years then I probably didn’t want them in the first place. Last weekend, I discovered that could not be further from the truth – a whole treasure trove has been lurking in the dim and dusty (and probably spider-filled) world of Under the House and I was ridiculously excited to be re-united with them.