The night before moving day!
Is this right? Have we packed everything? Oh no did I pack my tooth brush already? You can just imagine how much sleep I got that night right? I think I managed to fall asleep right before 2am and was up at 5 with Evie. I was up and down a million times checking cupboards and draws, making sure we had underwear out so we could actually get dressed in the morning. Checking I had left out a bowl so Evie could eat breakfast. It was a very exhausting night.
As we sat patiently awaiting the arrival of the young man we had hired off air tasker, we checked boxes, taped up the last ones, and tried to squeeze in the last bits and bobs into our cars. Evie of course wanted to watch zero television that morning, I’m sure on some level she knew what was going on. And she wanted in on the action! Before we knew it my dad was pulling up with he’s big truck and out he jumped along with my 2 uncles. The boys jumped straight into loading up the truck, it took around 2 hours but we managed to get it all in one load. (Hurrah) but for those two hours I was basically just chasing after Evie trying to keep her out of the way for everyone carrying large items like our bed.
The first night
It’s always strange the first night you spend in a new house. God knows I’ve had many of houses. Hubby and I worked out that we’ve moved 9 times in 8 years. Did I mention he does love me? He is over the moon to never have to pack again. And so am I strangely. I normally love the thrill of a new home, it’s like an adventure for me. But I’m more than ready to settle down. Once we arrived here, no one took notice of any of the writing on the boxes I had carefully put instructions on each box and what room they were suppose to be put in. Not rocket science right? Well somehow we just managed to end up with a double garage FULL of boxes and bags.
We decided to completely ignore it and order take out. The only things hubby worried about for us was our bed, Evie’s cot and setting up the tv. To say we were exhausted was an understatement, stairs! Who the hell decided we should buy a double story home? I’m totally going to regret this when I’m 80 and have arthritis or something!
The first week
Once hubby went back to work, was when I really started to settle in. I normally sleep terribly in a new house and I hear every single noise but I sleep so soundly here and I feel the safest I ever have. I guess it really is home. I filled my days with finding places for everything and shopping. A LOT of shopping. I’ve never cared to much for home decor but now that we own our home I’m so house proud.
My next big mission was to give Evie an area downstairs she could play in while we are down here cooking and what not. We decided to convert the front lounge room into a play room for her and our future children. It’s safe to say our tv watching has come to a holt.
We are loving everything about this house. Even the neighbourhood is lovely, everyone is so friendly and there’s always so much to explore here. I’ve never been one for exercise but we’ve been out every single morning. Braving the 5 degree weather to be out exploring, Evie can not get enough of the park down the street.
I feel like we’ve moved to a different state/country. Moving here has been amazing for my family. Even for my mental health. I’m so motivated and happy here, it’s amazing what a big change can bring to your life. Can’t wait to see what life is like in 10 years.
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