Well the day I have been dreading has arrived. It’s moving day GO has asked a mate to help (that is two moves now where I haven’t had to lift and shift the heavy stuff) but what I am most dreading is driving the huge van with the lift at the back. We prepared by taking apart the G-Plan wardrobes, what we thought would be a quick job took us four hours. At least it’s ready to be shifted.
I’d love to say this is all of our stuff but we have been taking things backwards and forwards from and to the new house for weeks.
This is our first load headed for the rubbish tip, that place has become like a second home for us.
Taking a break, I can’t wait until we are all in and settled. We have lots of plans for this place but first we need to get things in. It’ll be nice to have a garage one day...
We hired a “big” van to move all of our stuff, I got the neighbours to all move their cars as I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to manoeuvre the thing. Turns out what I should have been concerned about was the hill down to the new house. As we are at the end of a cul-de-sac you have to turn around to get out and I didn’t have room for that. So I had to reverse down the hill, it was bum squeaking time.
This is my “yay! I did it!” face.
It was so scary and I was alone as GO and his mate were in the car.
Mattresses and sofa cushions plus giant wardrobes all fit in one trip. What a relief to drop the van back, we were so quick the car rental guy didn’t charge us for fuel. I was scared about finding a petrol station that would fit the truck. We are in now, let’s get settled and order a pizza.
