A long time between drinks.
Now, before we begin I will excuse myself for the lack of blogging. Sure, you might jump straight onto that and chastise me for my tardiness but I have a good reason(s) so hear me out ok?
I HAVE BEEN BUSY
I've moved to another country and that has taken a bit of organising!
Imagine those wiggly lines that appear over the top of a Scooby Doo cartoon when Scooby and the gang reflect on what has happened previously. That’s what we’ll do now ok? I’ll start maybe six weeks back.....
Diddle ooh dooh, diddle ooh doo, diddle ooh doo
(That is the way that you translate the visual wiggle lines flashback thing into written text)
The day to depart Melbourne Australia was rapidly approaching. I had packed up my office (as per an earlier blog) but myself and my awesome family (AF) now needed to pack up the house ready for our international adventure.
Packing up a house to move is stressful. We’ve all done it, it’s horrible. AF and I decided to take the ‘horrible’ and multiply it a few times. We needed to:
- Get rid of a massive amount of things in our house. Some of this was junk, some of this was for selling and some of it was for passing onto the opportunity shop (charity shop)
- Pack up what we DID want to have shipped overseas
- Pack up what we wanted to put into storage to remain in Australia
- Cancel re-occurring bills (internet, power etc etc etc etc!!)
- Fix up a whole bunch of stuff around the house so it was ready for rental
- Sell the 2 cars that we own
There was a bit to do.
We started off by having a MASSIVE garage sale. This was more of a yard sale because we didn’t have a garage.
I started off nice and early putting balloons along the front fence to indicate to our prospective clientele that they were about to visit the best yard sale ever. I had brilliantly organised to move all of the furniture and other items out of my office that morning. Wait. Moving things on the morning of a massive garage sale? What are you, insane? In hindsight, not insane but very dumb. Anyway, that complicated things.
Now, remember I said that we needed to fix things up around the house to make it ready for rental? One of these things was to replace the back fence which was barely standing up. The guys who were going to do that work decided that the perfect day to undertake this mission was the same day as the massive yard sale.
The front yard filled with all of our things we were selling.
Lovely balloons tied along the front fence
Myself, father-in-law (FIL) and two buddies unloading the trailer with furniture from my work,.
AF selling up a storm and trying to get the remaining items out of the house into the front yard.
5 guys walking back and forth through the middle of the yard sale carrying out old fence palings from the barely standing up back fence to the trailer out the front of the house.
The general public (our clientele for the massive yard sale) asking ‘how much for this?’ ‘where’s the power cord for that’? ‘Is any of this wood (for our new fence) for sale?’
Somewhere in the middle of this we thought our little boy had broken his arm. It's was pretty upsetting BUT after a few days the x-rays came back with an all clear.
So.....we survived, it was stressful but mostly funny. We met so many lovely people actually. The highlight of my day, which sounds so simple but it really touched me was this:
I was selling some very old beer mugs. My mum and dad had bought these in the United States many many years ago. It was a big decision for me to sell them, as were many of the items we decided to part with, but in the end we had made a decision to stop this obsessive hoarding and say goodbye to a number of things that we’d been carrying with us for a long time (THAT itself is the subject of another blog post) One of these mugs was an olive green and it’s handle was in the shape of a cactus (think; wild west desert) and it had ‘Arizona’ written on it in slightly protruding lettering. A young boy was holding the mug, admiring it. I knew he was admiring it because I had looked at it the same way growing up, looking closely at the detail of the cactus handle and loving that the handle was in the shape of a cactus!
“That mug is over 40 years old you know” I said to him. His eyes opened up wide, he was genuinely impressed.
“Yeah. My Mother and Father traveled all over the United States in the 1960’s and collected them from everywhere they went. That one is from a place called Arizona in Texas”
“Wow” he said. I was loving that he was loving the story behind it.
He very shyly stammered out a “How…how much?”
“For that? Whew, I don’t know. How about I give it to you as a present?”
I love that children's inhibitions are different to ours. An adult would generally say ‘Oh no, not for free? Really? I couldn’t. Especially after I’ve just heard that beautiful story’
The little boy? “Wow, I’m going to tell my dad!” he exclaimed with the biggest grin on his face I’d seen since I’d spoken to him.
I’d passed something on. I felt a bit like a grown up.
What a Ronnie Corbett. (digression)
The yard sale was over. We sold plenty. AUS $1700.00 in fact. We said goodbye to many (many) things that we’d held onto for such a long time. Memory is pretty important to so many of us.
Despite getting rid of so much stuff via the yard sale my Father in Law (FIL - please feel free to read that as ‘Phil’ only because, to me, that is funny) took away a TRAILER full of the stuff (mental note - look up another word for “stuff” in the thesaurus) to the charity shop.
We boxed up what we wanted to take to our new home and that was picked up without too much drama. It's kind of interesting to commit to 5 boxes and then decide what you actually want to put in those boxes.
Somehow we managed to put a small amount of leftovers into storage. Roughly half a garage in size. The guys brought the big box to us and packed it and drove it away.
That's not a bad place to stop.