Downsizing the house with the same 10 people doesn’t quite make sense. But it happened. It’s been almost a week since we unloaded the truck at our new house and I have to say – I’m still living in boxes. When we finished unloading the cars and trucks, my room was a hoarder’s paradise for a good few hours. It was quite disturbing because most of the bags were mine. I went from having a room and wardrobe to myself to having to share the same space with the 2 sisters. How? It’s still a mystery. But I know all is possible so challenge accepted. The mayhem of moving, although it leaves me feeling homeless because I sleep in my sleeping bag in the yet to be furnished living room, is quite liberating. It’s given me space at night to not feel restrained. My mum thinks otherwise but I love my temporary space. Living out in woop woop and not being near my dearest friends is a bit of a pain but an exciting time in my life. Being a new suburb, my sister and I were discussing how we liked the community efforts to build a positive and supportive environment; and we ended up imagining the place turning into something like the movie “The Village.” Now that would be quite an experience.
I’ve actually been anticipating this move. It’s the last instalment to “a brand new me” in many respects. When I made the new year resolution of making this year a year of change – I didn’t expect it to feel this good. There were many downturns. I’ve had my heart and soul torn apart as my eyes opened to the many realities. Finding truth behind many grays … it’s worth asking the questions. It’s worth seeking help. It’s worth breaking free from norms and pushing boundaries. It’s been worth it.
This week has been the quietest weeks of my year thus far. We did move at the beginning of the week which was a hella hectic experience; we hosted a garage sale the weekend before; got smashed yet again at the work Melbourne Cup (and got in trouble for it) just the other day and my friend trusted me to drive his car – you can tell he 1. hadn’t experienced my driving before and 2. he was more smashed than me because I had to drive. I’m not endorsing it … should of caught a taxi – DON’T drink and drive guys! and don’t drink too much at work events – i still haven’t learned this lesson have I.
Anyway, I hope to find time to unpack the bags and boxes and settle the girls into our new room. I’ll probably have to ship 60% of my clothes back to the old house for our “This Is It Garage Sale.” At least I solved the mystery of where my 4.5 years of hard working salary went. I’ve almost cleared my overly maxed out credit card. So I’m quite happy with myself – it’s been a great turnaround for me financially. Mentally healthier and happier too. It was an enjoyable, funny, sentimental and reminiscent time packing everything away … now the letting go of many things that I once held close so I can make room for my sisters, and new things, too. And the fun continues …