Posts Tagged ‘Moving’

Was a few days ago! What took you so long to get here?

Okay, I’ll forgive your tardiness… This time.

So, here’s the scoop – After an egregiously extended period of couch occupation I have finally procured my own abode of the student accommodation variety. Of which, I am immensely enjoying… thus far at least.

I do thank my sister, of whom I made myself a burden on for these past weeks, but it is gratifying to be off the couch and into my very own bunk.

It’s also very pleasing to have my own door, my own desk, my own comfy chair,my own mirror and my own cupboard…y thing.

Here is a photo of said new desk -

And my door –

And my mirror -

And a cut on my hand -

Well, that is all I have to update on for now. I am soon to be off, to feed Suzie Wong, my sisters cat.

…And by ‘sad‘ I mean ‘boring‘.

Meet Mr. Twenty.

He’s been living on my pin board for nigh on two years, eleven months and thirteen days. Not that anyone kept count. That would just be weird.

It was mid-way through January 2007 when for reasons that cannot be mentioned… or remembered… If they even existed to begin with, I leased out this spot on my pin board to Mr Twenty Dollar Note. He has lived there ever since, always ready for an emergency. Patient beyond understanding, to the point of appearing to be an inanimate object.

For over two years and eleven months he has waited. What would the emergency be?

Would he be used for beer? A pack of cigarettes? A burger and chips? An emergency trip to the aquarium for a private viewing of the sacred goldfish of the amazon?

But alas, ’twas never meant to be. The emergency never emerged. The necessity to take him down and spend him was never there. He was forgotten and remembered, laughed about and asked about. Summers passed, winters went by, springs sprung past, autumn’s did whatever the hell they do… And still he hung around.

But now it is time for him to leave his spot on the pin board.

Today Mr Twenty Dollar Note is moving to the back fold of the wallet. To be spent as frivolously as any other note…

For where I go now, no pin board can follow.

Everything is coming down in these parts, preparing for the Big Move, and being packed away into boxes, awaiting the day when I shall send for them. At first I’m going to be living on what I can carry on the plane. So I’m minimizing everything in order to fit it into the suitcase and keep under the weight limit.

Only three more days until I’m in Melbourne.

Plane tickets and boxes and bags. Oh my!

In just under two weeks (right before new years) I’ll be moving south. Just in time for the middle of summer. It seems like a good idea, Melbourne being just about next door to the south pole and all. But no, I learnt last year that they get heat down there too. Weird.

(Note – I just typed several paragraphs discussing the weather and the differences between here and there. Then I realised I was talking about the weather and decided I didn’t want to write about that in my blog, so I deleted it all.

But it was very very articulate, insightful and interesting.

Just so you know.)

Back to the point -

The move to Melbourne is no longer an ambiguously dated plan, no longer “some time in the future”. Not only does it have a date and a time, it also has plane tickets.

And time is moving quickly again, the end of the year is approaching like a tidal wave. The lists of things to do is enormous. Less than two weeks and I’ve barely begun to pack. I still have things that need organizing.

And there’s Christmas shopping as well!

Then there’s things to do once I’ve moved. Looking for work, looking for a place to live and most importantly – Looking for a scarf and a good jacket.

But I’m looking forward to all of it. It’s exciting and frightening all at once, as the best things are.

I’ll be starting the new year in a new place with a whole new beginning…

Wish me luck.