We did it. We’ve arrived at our new (albeit temporary) home here at my mum’s – the house I grew up in, the place all four of us kids return to in times of need and seek refuge in Mum’s cooking and ever present ‘there-ness’. In a crisis, we come here.
Moving wasn’t as stressful as I thought it would be, we’re old pros after all. I did very little, basically sat back and watched Matt and the removalists toil away! We did have a bit of a hell mission drive through the night, finally arriving to our destination at 3am with two dogs, a packed car and us two disheveled weary souls.
Now, our worldy posessions sit patiently waiting to find their new home. All in good time. We are taking the chance to head to our other happy place – the Victorian high country, for a few days (a week?) of camping, exploring and doing-not-much-ness. Sounds like a plan to me.