Right, so I have been talking about moving the last few posts, but really, it's finally hit home. I feel like I'm moving and my laundry hang-ups is not just a distant threat. It's real! It's weird, I know. It took a while for the whole getting married thing to hit me, and it's taken a while for this whole move to hit me. Last weekend, chris and I went out to shop for a sofa. It was only after we paid for it that I realised, "Oh my! We bought a sofa. That must mean we're moving" Duh...
So anyway, said sofa will be delivered some time in the next 5-6 weeks. It gets made (hand-made, apparently) in Melbourne, and then trucked up to Sydney. Woohoo! I can;t wait!
We're still looking for a dining set, and a washing machine, and a vacuum cleaner, and an entertainment unit or at least some sort of surface on which a tv can sit, and.. oh and so many other things! At least we don't have tobuy any crockery or cutlery. I have a full set of that. More than a full set, actually. I think I have enough to serve a party of 12 or 16 or some ridiculously large number of people. My set of pots and pans would put many a household to shame. Why? Because my parents decided to stock up a full flat when I was a student and when I moved back to Malaysia, we kept many of the more expensive things like the set of pots and the crockery and cutlery. We're also keeping my bed as I have a queen-sized bed, and it's only about 3 years old. The clothes dryer is stayingas it's in good nick, and we need one anyway. We'll be using a shared laundry, but it's one of those where you have to provide your own machine.
Chris came over tonight and we did some mega packing. We wrapped and packed away most of teh plates and bowls and cutlery. We also moved lots of towels, sheets and clothes into bags to put in his car so that we can move them into the new place when I get the keys this Friday.
You know what? It hurt to move. It's really strange. I have only been here for two years and I feel so attached to this place. I am confortable here. I don't want to move. But I have to. This flat is simply too small for the two of us.
Anyway, I should be happy, right? And I am, or at least a part of me is. I am happy to be moving to a new place which will be OUR home. I am happy to finally be able to live with Chrisas his wife (not that I've ever really lived with him as anything else, apart from the first two months when I first moved to Sydney and needed a place to stay). So there ARE things I am happy about. It's just that right now, the feeling of dread and not wanting to move is overpowering everything else.
Oh, before I forget, do any of you have any ideas as to what we can do for curtains? The new place has no curtains nor blinds (apart from a partly mouldy set in the bedroom). We would like to put up some curtains for privacy and also to keep the heat in during winter. We're considering some of the Ikea solutions, but I was wondering whether any of you have any "handmade" ideas.
