Ya Gotta Move It, Move it!

After years of threatening to move, and flee The Shire - thus leaving years of Hobbit jokes mercifully behind me - I finally took the plunge, prompted in large part to the 2 hour each way commute to my new job at Optus, way over in North Ryde. I may love my iPod, and adore reading on public transport but tha, my friends, was a commuting time too long, and so when the offer of a place in Erskineville (near Newtown) sharing with my friend Greg's boyfriend, I leapt it....OK well I welcomed it gladly, leaping having obvious OHS issues, and looking far too eager and desperate....

After weeks of packing and chucking away of surplus items (goodbye IKEA wardrobes and chest of drawers...I loved thee not), the glorious move itself started on Thursday morning the 8 Novemeber (had the day off) in pouring rain, much to my unending delight (I mean who doesn't like rain on moving day - it represents cleansing and newness, and is appropriate to the act of moving, which is....oh screw it....it was awful! LOL), but got two loads done in my car of boxes etc, with some help from my new housemate, and then a short break before doing 2 more loads.... Then my friend, Brett turned up with the promised large van and I realised that once again I had been gloriously over-optimistic about what I could and couldn't achieve in one night (me? Get out! Shut up! Get back in!)...meaning that at 6.30 at night, I was looking at about 4 loads of furniture with each trip taking about 1.5 hours....aagh.....anyway we did one load then poor Brett came down with a horrible bout of food poisoning, poor guy....I felt so bad for him, and frankly moving all my stuff paled into comparison next to that....

Which is not to say I didn't panic just a teensy weensy bit, but thankfully my new housemate, Aidan and my friend, Greg came out, loaded Greg's car with small furniture and we headed back to Erskineville from Miranda...to...yes.... more cleansing #$@!*& pouring rain..... we'd initially decided to unload outside the building but with the rain continuing to pelt on down in what was I believe was a concerted attempt by the weather to recreate Noah's flood (even weather patterns can have delusions of grandeur it seems), I went to move my car to the underground car park, only to have my car key snap in half....at about this point, I began to seriously look for the hidden cameras convinced I was being pranked in some way, but with nary a film crew in sight, I had to conclude that I was just the victim of karmic crap, moving-style....thankfully, I knew where the spare was, no mean feat on moving day, and the last of my goods and chattels were moved into the apartment...

By this point, it was about 11pm, and I was soaked, exhausted, having got up at 5.30 a.m. that morning, and I finally into bed that night at 12.30 a.m. with the added delight of work the next day!...yes be still my beating heart, what earthly delights await thee!! LOL ... at least I laughed about it all in a manic "I am a mad scientist and I am about to take over the world kind of way", which really instilled a sense of confidence in Aidan that he had a sane rational man as his new living companion.....

Thankfully I found a mover the next day whilst at work to move my furniture on the Saturday, and after cleaning at my old place for 4-5 hours on Friday night (what fun! At least the Domestos gave me a buzz, something their marketing department seems averse to mentioning on the packaging...odd...hmmm), Saturday proceeded smoothly with helpful friendly movers, and an efficient carpet cleaning man. So how did I celebrate the end of my moving nightmare (soon to be major motion picture featuring all manner of metaphorical zombies, ghouls and vampiric folk) ? I napped!! Admittedly the sitution called for a statue to be unveiled, or a band to parade along Mitchell Road where I live, but in my own sweet down to earth way (read: freaking exhausted!), I settled for a nap, Thai food, and realising I was finally in my favourite neighbourhood in Sydney....