So this is my first journal type blog post, where I’m basically going to share my thoughts, feelings and the things that are going on in my life. It’ll be a series of personal journal-like posts where anyone who is interested can read about the things that I’m going through. I know that most people, including myself don’t particularly like these types of posts, mainly because they can be rather boring. But I thought I’d give it a bit of a shot, and hopefully get a few interested readers following along.
So what better way to start an online journal than to write about the fact that I’m currently in the middle of moving house? You see, I still live at home with my parents – I’m nineteen, so I still have plenty of time to move out yet. Anyway, my parents have always dreamt of owning a farm style house with land and peace and quiet.
When I was young we moved around a lot. Since I was born, I have lived in seven houses while my parents worked numerous jobs to make sure my brothers and I have the best possible childhoods, which we did. My parents worked hard, brought a house, renovated it, and sold it for a profit before moving onto something even better. It never really bothered me moving from house to house – they always tried to stay close enough so that we could get to the same schools, even if it meant an hour drive, they would do it every morning and afternoon. So I always had the same friends, and felt pretty happy to move about. I found it rather exciting really. I liked setting my new room up with doll houses and hanging chimes – I liked playing with new neighbours and exploring new towns.
The house we are in now is the longest we’ve stayed put – seven years ago we moved into this two bedroom, run down house, and now, we are leaving it a four bedroom, newly renovated home.
This is the hardest move I’ve had to make yet. I think because I’m a bit older now, I can see things logically, and even though it’s all still really exciting, I worry more about little things. About my job, my friends, my pets, my local family – this time we aren’t staying close. This time we are moving two hours away from here, to a tiny town in the country.
I love the new house though. It’s a four bedroom, cosy house on twenty acres, and even has a little unit thing in the front yard which will be like my own little house. There’s a dam on the property, and the yard backs onto a lake which is perfect seeing as my dad is a fisherman.
It’s everything my parents have wanted for as long as I can remember. Now that my brothers and I are old enough, they’re taking the risk of moving away from our home towns.
As worried as I am, I’m excited. I can’t wait to have my own space at little cost, and to start up new somewhere. I can’t wait to meet new people and do new things. I love Melbourne, and to be honest, I think I’m a bit of a city girl, but I feel like this move will be good for me. I’ll still keep my part time job here, and just drive down here on early Monday mornings and Thursdays, plus, I have a job lined up close to the new place. I’ll still be able to travel to Melbourne via train – 1 hour and 45 minutes to 2 hours doesn’t really bother me. Train rides don’t worry me at all.
I call the house I’m sitting in my home, but I have a feeling this next house will be where my family truly belongs. As soon as we got out of the car for an inspection, I turned to my mum and said I loved it. I hadn’t even been inside, and I felt like we had finally found the house we were meant to have. They didn’t even think about it once we’d left, they just put the offer in, and bam. We had a new home.
So we have until Friday the 25th to move out! It’s happening really fast, and we’re sort of in a mad panic to be honest. We have movers, family, friends, all trying to rush us out and pack our stuff. I’m exhausted. If I have to wrap one more thing in newspaper, I’m going to suffocate myself with it.
We’re in a bit of a pickle though. See, the people buying this house need to be in next week, however the owners of the house that we just brought don’t want to be out until January. Yeah, that’s right, we’re living in Limbo for the next six weeks. Luckily, my grandma in Melbourne has a lot of storage, and we’re able to pile things in the bottom storage of her house and her garage. But for six weeks, we have to share a house with her, and my other grandparents. To say it’ll be difficult is an understatement. I’ll be living out of boxes and bags and on people’s couches. Plus I’ll have to travel to get to work and find places for all our pets. It’s pretty much chaotic. And of course it has to happen over Christmas! If it were anyone else, I would tell them they are insane. But, I feel oddly calm about it all. The worst part is sorting out the stuff I’ll need while I’m at my gran’s, and the stuff I can store away.
I found all my soft toys that have been stored while we renovated today, and it breaks my heart having to pack them all up again. I’m a bit of a baby when it comes to my hundreds of toys. I felt like I was in Toy Story 3 today as I put them into garbage bags and placed them in my car. I hope they didn’t commit toy suicide and run off to my local childcare centre!
Other than moving, my life is pretty normal right now. Just going to work, and coming home. Nothing special. That’ll change over the next few weeks though.
I may not be able to blog much while we move either, I’ll be driving around a lot, packing a lot, and extremely tired. So don’t expect to hear from me very much. Perhaps I’ll do a housewarming blog and pst some photos of the new place once we’re in.
Anyway, I’ll end this here, and jump into bed as I’m exhausted from shifting all day! I Love You Man is one of the DVDs I left unpacked, so it looks like I’ll be curling up in bed and watching it!