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26 March 2014

I Miraculously Survived The Move

Yes, I survived the move, but only just.  I am convinced that my brain died about a week ago though, and my eyes have been getting worse so it has not been all plain sailing.

Many of you will remember how I came to be in Toowoomba and the story of himself's family.   Well I have to say that I would not have managed the move without himself.   He came over and worked his little old heart off alongside me.

I sent him home battered and bruised and limping.  He forgot to bring enough tablets for his arthritus, and so  endured the results of his forgetfulness without a complaint..   I will be forever grateful to him and to my friend Gwen who motivated me to get moving and who bossed (read bullied) me so I got things done and packed up instead of wandering around in a daze.

So now I am in yet another abode, and hope I don't have to move again until I have seriously de-cluttered.  One thing at least I seem to be improving with each move and this unit is lovely although a little more expensive. It is larger than the other in the living areas, and so much light comes in it is wonderful.   Even though I did not know it at the time the owners of the other unit have done me a favour.

I love it and since my move have been sleeping so much better and hopefully the old dead brain will come back to life sometime soon.   Can you believe it was so bad I paid my phone bill TWICE!

Not that my phone provider Telstra deserved it because they did not connect up the internet when they said they would so I have spent the last 6 days fighting with them to get some results. 

Anyway it is all well that ends well so here are some photos of my new unit.
Living and dining area note all the windows

See my lovely kitchen which I wont have to turn on a light in every time I use it.  I can wash dishes looking out to the park  Much better than the dark hole I had before

Of course the sewing room where I managed to fit things because it was smaller with the help of a spare cupboard in the bedroom
I took the photos late in the day so it is hard to see just how much light comes in through all those windows.  I have an ensuite plus a second bathroom again as well.   The main bedroom is where the computer and single bed are and I am using the second bedroom as the main one.  

The courtyard out the back is larger and my plants look so much nicer out there.

My eyes are deteriorating all the time, and it has been horrific trying to  do all my paperwork that is involved with moving residences.   Cant wait for the end of April when hopefully I will have the laser surgery and thus improved sight.

My friend Dianne is due home from their holidays tomorrow I think it will be so good to see her again and have her home.

Now sewing done of course, but that will come.

Thank you everyone for you comments on my last post, and for visiting my blog.  I do appreciate hearing from my old and new  friends.

Until next time.....



14 March 2014

On the Move Again

How Many Times is is possible for one person to pack and unpack boxes of their stuff of  their life and move from place to place.

I dont know the answer to that question, but I am close to finding out.

Last is now Friday....the owner of my unit phoned me to say he and his wife  want their unit back as they are returning to Toowoomba to retire.

At that time I was sitting on a bench outside a shop trying to get over a slight heart turn I had just had in said shop so you can imagine saying I felt like I had been punched in the belly was a great understatement.

The friend I was with drove me home where i spent the rest of the day crying and bemoaning my fate......jinxed?.....yes......feeling like the end of the world had come? definitely a big yes as well.

It was only two weeks before that one of the nicest units in the complex had become vacant whidh was situated right behind me so I went on bemoaning my fate and berating the owners for not contacting me sooner.....  i felt so alone and helpless.

After a totally sleepless night, and many crying phone calls to whoever would listen and commiserate with me, the first thing I did next morning was to ring the real estate agent for the front flat to see on the off chance if it had been let yet.

I could not believe my luck to discover that it had not and the lady who was the agent knew me from doing inspections on my unit when she worked for my agency so was happy to arrange an inspection for me that day..

To say my heart was in my mouth all day until I had my first inspection is another understatement. 

Believe it or not aftger 3 days of tension, and more sleepless nights,  I GOT THE UNIT!!!!!!

I dont for a minute think that the fact that the previous tenants were very unsavourity characters, who were a few times raided by the police, and who had other unsavoury characters turning up at their door to make  "purchases" and them being evicted  had anything to do with the owners jumping at the chance to have a quiet little old lady rent their unit

i Signed the lease yesterday and when I was handed the keys I hastily put them in my pocket so they could not take them back from me.  

Ever the optimist after a night of wandering round the unit totally overwhelmed and wondering why I had so much "stuff" and how I was going to get it packed, or even where to start, a friend came over and with gentle pushing and shoving, we managed to pack up one sewing room which was no mean feat I can tell you. 

Even before I had a definite answer I had organised for the utilities to be transferred, and arranged a removalist........

That night I had a dream and in it I had my little shopping trolley and was gathering what I would need to go and live on the doona, a pillow, changes of clothes.....etc etc....and to cut a long story , I have signed the lease, paid the bond and rent in advance money, and I am half moved in.

I opened our two back gates, and chained them open to give a walkway between the both units which has made it so much easier to transfer my things across.

To my Mr. Himself I owe a huge debt of gratitude, who even though 80 years old  has been a rock and organised me and made sure for the third time that I was moved.  To my friend Gwen, I am deeply grateful, and the saying " a friend in need is a friend indeed" depicts who she is and who I am proud to call my friend.

I am assured that  this will be a long long term rental, but if it turns out to be another case of a landlord pulling the rug from me, then the next move will be to an elderly care facility.   At least there they don't turn your out, they wheel you out so I will never have to pack those damned  boxes ever again.

My internet is being cut off from Monday to Friday next week, so I will be "off the air" until the following weekend.

Sorry their are no photos to go with this....will take them when I am settled.

Till then,.....Adieu