Moving

After three years of uncertainty I finally sold the house in Tenterfield and was able to move to a suburb of Toowoomba! It was the toughest challenge of my life, trying to scrub away the detritus of 25 years and to prune the remainder of my parents’ and my in-laws’ belongings, in order to move everything to the new house. Trying to get a quart into a pint pot my grandmother would have said.

After a garage-sale, numerous trips to the charity shops and the council tip, I was still faced with finding homes for the contents of a five-bedroom house into a two-and-a-half bedroom house. To be honest, I should have known it wouldn’t work. Twelve months on and I’m still getting rid of ‘stuff’. Pleas to the children to take this and that fell on deaf ears; the most promising response was, ‘I’d really like that, but I have no room. Can you keep it for me?’ That is so unhelpful.

Despite all that, I did it, with a huge amount of help from my friends and my lovely neighbours, I moved house! Now I have a tiny house with a massive verandah and NO STAIRS! The verandah faces east, whence most of the wind comes from.

 I love the wind, so can sit for hours in the cool breeze watching aeroplanes from the nearby airfield. A little bit of heaven? You bet!

There are other benefits of living here: Woolworths and Coles deliver your online grocery shopping; there’s a hairdresser’s on almost every corner! Shall I go on…?

Goodbye to all those bedrooms and all those stairs!