Moving house is not easy at the best of times. It’s good to be a minimalist when you have less than 4 weeks to pack the house up and you are working full time. Even so, I soon discovered we still have a lot of stuff!
The only thing worse than moving on a sunny day is moving on a rainy day. Yes, it was a day of intermittent torrential rain as the truck was packed.
But the worst was still to come. At our destination, the truck backed a wheel off the driveway. It sunk into the ground and dug in further when the driver tried to drive out it out. It leaned over at a treacherous angle, with all of our ‘stuff’ inside, including a motorbike and ride-on mower. The bike and half of our boxes were hastily unloaded onto the driveway in the rain. As is perhaps more typical in the country, a neighbour popped over with a tarp, and some chocks to prevent the truck from tipping over. The local carrying company was called to tow the truck out.
Because the date of settlement of our house did not coincide with the availability of the rental, we had to have 4 nights in a motel. We were fortunate that the garage and shed at the rental were made available to store our possessions until we could move in. The nights in the motel were actually a bit of a reprieve. Who could complain about a sunset like this as we sat overlooking the lake with a takeaway pizza and bottle of wine?
Once we moved and started unpacking our things however, I had plenty to complain about. Can you read what it says on this box? Yes I thought so. It was a heart-sinking moment when I picked it up and heard ‘chink’.
Somewhere, on the truck’s 2 hour journey through the country to our new home, a tall building was located and this box was dropped from the top. Crystal and pottery bowls and my much loved op-shop casserole dish were not just broken but smashed. There were breakages in other boxes as well. The handle off a Mikasa cup, the handle off a Johnson Bros serving dish I’d picked up years ago from a second hand shop, a pottery dinner plate. Admittedly, it is a first world problem.
As I worked out what to put where, the kitchen looked like that famous scene from the movie Sixth Sense. It’s a great 70s-style roomy house, and I’m slowly finding the ‘right’ place to put things, and then remembering where things are! We are going to be very comfortable and happy here whilst we build. I can’t wait to throw some seeds into the garden and start growing some edibles.