And a helluva view it is too...
We’ve moved, finally. I am sore in places I’d totally forgotten about. Carrying boxes up a number of steps and back down again is probably the best exercise I’ve had in ages. But it feels great to finally be in our new home. The views from the balcony off our living room are worth every bead of sweat. Mere descriptions of this panorama fail to fulfil the actual view. Simply, it is breathtaking. I will have to get some photos of it and put them up for all to see when I can find the camera. It is packed in a box somewhere but I haven’t found it yet. Ah yes, this is the REAL fun of moving, locating things you know you have but don’t have any clue as to where they might be.
The actual move went very well. It helps that I know the owner of the removalist company. He and his crew have been working with me at the hospital for a number of years now. I trust these guys and knew they would do a good job. They arrived nice and early last Friday (around about 8 am) and had us in the new place by 12:30 pm. I thought it was a fantastic effort, given how many boxes we’d packed (mostly books, by the way), the amount and size of some of our furniture and the amount of steps they had to walk up and down to get to the new place.
I spent the last couple of days sorting through the larger boxes, getting the living room sorted out and doing what I could to empty as many boxes as I could while my wife went to work. I’ve noticed the place is starting to lose the scent of someone else and take on ours instead. Isn’t it funny how such simple things like the scent of a new home can make a person long for their old one? We weren’t sure if the smell would go and had even gotten around to talking about having the place deodorised to get rid of the smell. Now, we don’t even notice it.
Our cat has taken to the place too. She now has a balcony with commanding views of the area, which includes some great birdlife (kookaburras, crows, honey eaters, mynahs and fairy wrens, to name a few). Of course, she can’t get near any of them. The best she can do is look and track them across the sky. The ‘outside’ has never been so close for her. Unfortunately, it is as close as she will get. Apart from the birds, there are skinks and lizards on the grounds. These are just too much temptation for her and I don’t like the idea of her killing something just because she can. So she will stay indoors. I don’t think she really minds as she is now a middle-aged lady and prefers to spend her time lying in sun patches waiting for the next meal to be served. Tough life, what?
Anyway, to all my friends here, I am hoping to be back to my regular blogging habits very soon. Until then, take it easy and be nice to each other.