Moving On

Saturday was a sad day. 

I am packing up my sewing room :-( 

So far I have 7 plastic tubs that are stuffed full of fabric. I need more.  I have not even begun to pack up anything that is on my desk.

On February 20th we will have lived in our current house for 3 years. It is not a record for us, our longest is 3 years and 5 months, but it is pretty close.  The last time I moved, I said that I was not going to do it again. It was too much hassle and in the 8 years that we have been living back in Australia we have accumulated far to much stuff.  When we first moved back to Aus, we moved 3 times in 15 months. Just the thought of that now makes me feel ill.  

So we have decided to move again.  When I started to pack up my sewing room so that we can get ready to put the house up for sale, it hit me.  Moving it is just like childbirth. You forget the pain once it is over. It is not until you are close to doing it again that all the memories come flooding back and you realise what you are in for. 

As I look around at my sewing room, I know that I am in for a shock.  Can I afford all the plastic tubs needed to store all of my stuff???

So that is the reason for my quiet state.  We have been working hard to get the house finished.

The old deck was torn down a couple of weeks ago and the new one was finished last week

I love it. We have put up with the old one for so long and now looking at it, I wonder why we did.  It is currently pristine. I better remember what it looks like clean, once the dogs return from their vacation with Grandma it wont stay like this.

We have also been paving

Luckily after quite a bit of rain, the weather seems to have cleared. Hopefully it will be finished soon.

We are aiming to have the house on the market at the end of the month.  I know there will be a lot of work in the next month, including removing many grubby child marks off the walls.   However, I keep thinking of the end prize.