Well, Its only 5 days and we leave this wonderful house. I'm really going to miss it. We have decided that however unlikely that the States falls through ( as I said, very unlikely), we still don't regret selling. This is a 1920's villa, and does require a high maintainence. We don't have the finances and frankly aren't the sort of people to hang around every weekend at home fixing stuff and tidying the gardens etc. That insight came after we bought the house. We are a family that love to have a social life and meet new people and host spontaneous bbq's and visit friends and family, so you see that we really can't fit the house stuff into our schedule. When I have the days at home I am more likely to play with the kids or read a book, on the computer, scrapbook etc.
So back to the subject at hand... Packing!! That stage doesn't really phase me, nor the unpacking, but what gets to me is getting use to a new layout, new night noises. There's nothing worse than stumbling half asleep to the toilet in the pitch black and ending up in a hall cupboard and trying to work out who moved the loo!!
We are excited of the prospect of a different house. Me being a gypsy at heart (Dad, Mum fault, shifting us all over Aussie/NZ), I get itchy feet after being a couple of years in one house. We've lived here for 31/2 yrs now. A record!!
I shall let you all know how the move goes - please remember me in your thoughts should you be using the loo in the middle of the night!!!