I am never moving house again... until maybe, six months from now!
So, here I go again, more exciting tales of the big move!!!
Here is some really useless trivia for you, in my first 22 years, I lived in a grand total of four homes (one of those being a six month rental while the new house was being built), in the last 12 months I have lived in four houses!
While I decided to procrastinate further today with my unpacking, I ended up exploring the Marrickville metro, and found a special on something I had wanted for a while.
I will give you a clue...
Dragging two boxes, each weighing in excess of 25 kilos, through a shopping mall, heaving them into my car, and then out of my car and up two flights of stairs. Running across the road to the junk shop, and buying a phillips head screwdriver, and a mallet in lieu of a hammer (they didn't have any hammers... and yes, mallets do the same thing), then carefully following instructions has resulted in this :
My books finally have a home that does not involve sitting in piles on the floor. I think I better go and grab another bookshelf, as I am sure Mum will be expecting me to collect those last few piles of books that I have left at her place (for six years) - sorry Mum!!!
I have also decided not to unpack my whole kitchen, I have a big move in the pipelines in six months, so it hardly seems worth unpacking everything.... My curiosity is getting the better of me somewhat wondering which glass has been smashed... there is a curious sound coming from the box in which I packed my glasses, but... hey, I guess I can be surprised later!
Here is some really useless trivia for you, in my first 22 years, I lived in a grand total of four homes (one of those being a six month rental while the new house was being built), in the last 12 months I have lived in four houses!
While I decided to procrastinate further today with my unpacking, I ended up exploring the Marrickville metro, and found a special on something I had wanted for a while.
I will give you a clue...
Dragging two boxes, each weighing in excess of 25 kilos, through a shopping mall, heaving them into my car, and then out of my car and up two flights of stairs. Running across the road to the junk shop, and buying a phillips head screwdriver, and a mallet in lieu of a hammer (they didn't have any hammers... and yes, mallets do the same thing), then carefully following instructions has resulted in this :
My books finally have a home that does not involve sitting in piles on the floor. I think I better go and grab another bookshelf, as I am sure Mum will be expecting me to collect those last few piles of books that I have left at her place (for six years) - sorry Mum!!!
I have also decided not to unpack my whole kitchen, I have a big move in the pipelines in six months, so it hardly seems worth unpacking everything.... My curiosity is getting the better of me somewhat wondering which glass has been smashed... there is a curious sound coming from the box in which I packed my glasses, but... hey, I guess I can be surprised later!