A byootaful Life

I’ve done a lot of packing in my time, mostly for holidays. Choosing what to take, what you’ll need, what can stay behind – that’s all part of the fun. Then, making it fit into the suitcase, worrying about the weight restriction and whether you’ll be able to lug it down the stairs and into the car. Wondering if you’ve packed enough underwear – don’t forget your bikini and of course, the sunscreen.

But this packing? The packing I’ve done today? That’s not holiday packing. It’s not even moving house packing. It’s moving country packing and that is something I’ve never, ever done before. If I’m being honest, it’s a little intimidating. I’ve got to think really long-term. This isn’t some short three-week holiday. This is two years.

We’re moving house this weekend. We still have the house for another two weeks, so it’s not essential that everything moves, but we’re pretty determined to get it all done, since we don’t want it dragging on. I’ve had Channel [V] pumping all afternoon as I pack away the plates, bowls and glasses in the kitchen. I forgot to put on the dishwasher this morning, so I’m currently having a little break while I wait for the pots to finish washing, so I can pack them. I’ve already done the clothes (Phill has about twice as much clothes as I do – that’s a little scary!), packing them all into our suitcases. We’ll repack before we leave Australia in September – right now, we’ve culled our clothes down to the essentials, already packing non-essentials in vacuum bags for storage.

Sounds organised, right?

We host this blog from home, so there might be a little down-time while we move, since we’ll need to move the tower. It shouldn’t be down for long, but just a heads up in case you try to visit and find the blog isn’t working. Hopefully we’ll be able to keep it at someone’s house while we’re gone, otherwise I might have to go over to blogger or something (and I’d rather not). I’ll add that to my “to-do-before-boarding-that-plane” list.

Tomorrow morning, at 11am is when I’m taking Puddy to her new family. It’s been on my mind a lot today, especially since Puddy’s been very clingy, trying to jump into the box I’m packing things into, or rubbing up against my legs while I’m trying to walk. It’s weird but I think she suspects something and is on her best behaviour. Tomorrow is going to be very, very hard and I’m not looking forward to it, but I know it has to happen, so I just need to get it over and done with. I’m going to miss Puddy like crazy.

I predict plenty of wine and chocolate tomorrow. And tissues. Plenty of tissues.