Moving on...

[katiefoolery]

I think I’m ready for this move.  Not that I have much choice, really, because it’s happening tomorrow whether I’m ready or not.  At the moment, I just wish I could be in one mind about the whole thing, instead of flitting through dozens.  One minute, I’m excited.  The next, I’m wary.  Soon after, I might be a little hungry and that will be swiftly followed by worry that we should have taken the other place, despite its pointless lack of wardrobes.

And then I usually run around for a while and then go and hide in a corner somewhere.

This is probably a pertinent time to list all the things I will miss about the old place:

1. Having a supermarket right across the road.
2. Likewise, Nando’s.
3. And an ice-cream shop, even though we only went there once.
4. Basically, living across the road from any number of shops will be sorely missed.
5. The electric oven.  I hate gas ovens with a passion - they’re out to get me, I’m sure of it.
6. The fact that the toilet here doesn’t share space with a second shower.  Still trying to work that one out.  "Hey, this space is a bit long for just a toilet...  I know!  Let’s put a shower in!"
7. The lemon tree.  I may have to attempt to grow my own in a large pot or something.

Things I will enjoy in the new place:

1. The pretteh native trees in the garden (seriously, the only native trees in this one are black wattles... and they sort of grew themselves during the course of our occupation).
2. The lovely oldness of the house.  Bull-nose verandahs and wrought iron lace FTW.
3. The quiet location.  What, no six-lane road just outside?  HOW WILL I COPE?
4. The enormous laundry, which means the dryer can be kept inside, instead of in the garage.  Because that was always so much fun.  "I need to fetch my lovely warm and dry clothes!"  Weather: *rains with a vengeance*
5. The silly door to the kitchen with a round window at face level, which the Bindi has already christened "the sailor door".

Of course, moving means we’ll somehow have to suffer through getting our internet re-connected.  This took a month last time, due to Netspace’s insistence on using faxes and their subsequent insistence on losing said faxes, thus forcing us to send through another one and start the waiting process all over again.  Hopefully that won’t happen this time around, but I have 3 mobile broadband just in case.  I haven’t quite gotten around to setting that up yet, but it’d better work or I shall cry.  It will be most pathetic.

So hopefully I’ll be seeing everyone again very soon.  And yes, I will accept any and all good wishes for the move.

(And I would show you a picture of me unlocking the front door for the first time whilst grinning like a loon, but it’s on Bindi’s camera and she doesn’t know where her usb cord is.)

Comments

[flippyfrog.livejournal.com]

I'm so excited for you! Look! A non-dingy place! It's lovely and sweet and you can teach ballroom dancing! Oh, damnit, I wish I could see it first hand!

Gas ovens are evil, I will agree, but I'm sure one of the heads can deal with that. I had a gas bbq blow up in my face once, and even lighting gas stoves is difficult now. Sticking my hand down the back of the oven took a lot of sitting and staring at the oven followed by a mad dash when I came to realise I really did want those muffins...

But so excited! I know everything is going to be brilliant and i'm ridiculously happy for you :D

[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

It's lovely! And it's so quiet. I had no idea how much that traffic noise had become such an accepted part of life until coming here. Now I can hear the trees sighing in the breeze and some birds... and that's about it. And you can see it whenever you like - just travel around the world again and drop in on me.

Thankfully, the oven's pretty new and it supposedly has a working ignition switch... so I'm hoping it won't be quite as deadly to light as previous ovens in my life.

All in all, I really hope we can stay here for a while. It's just so damned cosy; I love it.