Moving House
Life is in boxes; about fifty boxes of purest cardboard. The removalists came this morning and in three hours the lovely apartment in which we have lived for the past year and a bit was a warehouse.
Tomorrow we move 18km (11 miles) across Melbourne to take up residence in our new house, which will be, I think, my nineteenth "permanent" address since I was born. It will be great to live in a house again, having lived in apartments since we moved to Melbourne in February 2006. I shall miss the terrific view that we have enjoyed from the tenth storey since moving in though. It really is glorious particularly on sunny days such as today.
Now we have mortgages in both of hemispheres, which seems terribly grown-up. I don’t feel terribly grown-up, not even just passed my 25th birthday.
The good news for those of you who are fed up with updating your address books each time that I move home is that the Post Office Box address, which you’ve had since we landed in Melbourne remains valid. You can thank me later.
The bad news for those of you who like to keep in contact via electronic means, such as Skype or (the other multitudinous instant mithering and social networks to which I am connected) is that it shall be a little while before we have broadband connected in the new abode. I shall sporadically check my email on the iPhone, of course. I may even tweet, who knows.
But first, we must celebrate K’s birthday. Just think of all of the presents (read: "boxes") she’ll get to unwrap tomorrow. Aren’t you jealous?