|Poe in the backyard holding his new doll he made at school, the stitching on it is so sweet and perfect.|
Oh my, moving really is awful isn't it? It's the packing, sorting, lifting, negotiating, cleaning and feeling of relentlessness that can be totally overwhelming. But now, thanks to some wonderful friends (including a couple that went above and beyond and actually scrubbed the bathroom for us! How amazing and wonderful is that), I am sitting in our new sun drenched loungeroom looking across a tin roof to the mountains beyond, pretty spectacular. Admittedly behind me is a tower of boxes doing their best to intimidate me (it's working) and pretty much stuff scattered everywhere waiting to discover their fate; our home, an op shop pile or garage sale pile.
|view from kitchen and dining room|