On the move. Again.
Well, we’re on the move again. At 7.30am this morning, we welcomed Wridgeways into our apartment. After days of discarding, organising and panicking, we were ready; tired but ready. As I write this blog post at noon, two men are still packing our treasures. And our trash. The sounds of tape being pulled off rolls and butchers paper being folded and scrunched have been my constant companions all morning. Each cardboard box has “Aust to Italy” scrawled on it. My blood pressure is up. This is the second last international move we make. The last one will be our return to Australia.