We are all moved in to our new place. It is a bigger house with more rooms and an extra bathroom. It is not quaint nor does it have great character – it’s just one of those modern, soulless villa’s that are popping up all over the place in secure complexes around the country. But I like it. I loved our old, cute and quirky house but it was too small for us, freezing in the Winter and less than secure when burglars or other dodgy types came a-calling, and, anyway, we had to leave as the owners needed to move back in themselves.
So, on the 27th of December we moved. It was horribly hot – sun blazing down, humidity up and the new house is much warmer than the old one. The removalists grumbled about the amount of boxes we had (“You’re both librarians! You work in libraries! Why do you need your own books!?”) but they were friendly enough and chatted pleasantly throughout the SIX HOURS they were there. Yes, that’s right. It took six hours to move all our stuff. I didn’t think it was ever going to end. I was on my own (hubby was conveniently at work) and I thought I had entered some sort of Twilight Zone universe where a demonic moving van was forever full, never emptying and would continue to reveal more and more layers of stuff. I actually helped the guys move and carry stuff (I’m not good at standing around doing nothing) and I think that helped to cut out some of the time I was paying for.
Anyway, we finished cleaning and tidying up the old house yesterday, handing back the keys and bidding the place a final adieu. I was going to take a small cutting of rosemary from the garden but forgot so will have to plant a new one at the new house. We have no garden to speak of there – sand and dead bits of grass is all we look out on through the dining room window. But I will try and make it look presentable – grow a few pots of herbs and flowers, maybe put up some trellis or something if we’re allowed and get some climbing, flowering plants to cheer things up a bit.
Moving is not fun. I don’t know why people like doing it. I never want to relocate ever again. Ever. But of course I will have to at some stage. We don’t want to rent forever, after all. I did learn some things whilst moving though, and I guess that’s the important thing (well, that and having a roof over our heads).
Things I Learned from Moving
- Just because a box is labelled, doesn’t mean the contents match the label.
- Be careful when labelling boxes – think about what you are writing. For instance “Bedroom Toys” will make people snigger and go “Ooooerr!” until they unpack said box and find it is full of teddy bears that you keep in your bedroom.
- You DO have too much stuff.
- There are not enough boxes in the country for you to move all your stuff. You WILL have to beg, borrow and steal boxes from your friends, family, co-workers and random people on the street.
- For someone who has “nothing to wear”, you WILL mysteriously have more clothing than the entire population of Paris during Fashion Week. And several hats (which you don’t remember buying). You will have nowhere to put them and they will sit in sad little piles all over the house.
- You WILL regret leaving your portable wardrobes behind at the old house.
- In the process of packing, you WILL become so tired that you find yourself sleeping, standing upright, leaning against the fridge with a waterproof marker pen in your mouth. You will have black lips. The stain will not come out for three days.
- You will learn that friends with utes, trailers and any other large vehicles are extremely useful.
- You will learn that moving during the Christmas/New Year period is a really crappy time to do anything.
- You will learn that your bed, at the end of a very long day, is the most valuable thing you own.
We are still without phone or internet so I am blogging this quickly at work (it’s ok, it’s a Saturdayand I’m not actually working today). I hope your Christmas and New Year’s were blissfully stress-free and lots of fun. I wish you all a wonderful 2013 – hope your resolutions are easy to keep! (Mine are going to include de-cluttering and culling my stuff…we’ll see how that pans out!).