We had our first night in our new home on Thursday, December 11, 2014!
As it turned out, the move-in date was pretty weirdly timed – the day after
our return from our family beach holiday.
I’ve never done so much packing, unpacking, repacking, unpacking and
packing up again in such a small amount of time!!!
So early that Thursday morning, the removalists arrived and shoved all our
gear (most of it so old, second-hand, yet-to-be-repaired or yet-to-be-built,
that the 2 guys must have been thinking “Really?! Move this? Are you serious?!”...
In fact they actually DID ask a few times “is this REALLY going, you sure?!!”)
into a big truck, bound for Mt French!
Nonna was there too, to help with the final clean.
And when I say help, I mean, I left her there
to finish it all off on her own!!!!
The
kids and I then loaded ourselves up into our already overloaded car and headed
for our new home!
Benji all the while
was at work, wondering how we were all faring.
Communication was out because Nonna had no phone and my phone had no
range. And Poppy was in hospital having angiograms and other such tests for a
suspect heart attack.
(Thankfully it
turned out it was just a pulled chest muscle.)
By 5.30pm that afternoon, the removalists had gone and the kids and I were
sitting down at the new kitchen island bench eating the closest thing junk food
we’ve ever had as a family!
(Ravioli and
pasta sauce from a packet!
Pretty
gross.) But we were in!
All those weeks of packing boxes and bleaching walls and rooves at our old place (thank you Grammy!!!!!) could finally fade into the past!
By bedtime I had even managed to find enough towels, pyjamas, and bedding for
everyone, and Benji even arrived home in time (he has a 90 minute commute!!!) to say goodnight to Sebastian.
I have this image of him (Benji) coming down
our ridiculously long hallway (which was in darkness by the time he arrived home), high-vis
work clothes glowing and facing beaming!
In true Benji form however, he just casually strolled down at turtle pace... and
it wasn’t until he finally reached me - an ebullient, giggling, loon at the end
of the hallway - that I realised he was just as excited as me... only more
inwardly so.
We stood there grinning and
laughing and hugging.
We’d done
it!!!!
At last!!!!
Mt French's newest residents at the annual Boonah Christmas Parade.
Those ugly shelves don't bother me anymore... too many other projects on my mind!
My op-shop pony fits in nicely.
2nd-hand couches and home-made cushions!
Feels like home already!
Love our rammed earth wall.
Sebastian's already done a few laps of the verandah on his bike!
