Moving day

I recall thinking I liked moving.  I think I liked having things organised into boxes perhaps?  But I decidedly do NOT like moving.  Not this time!  I’ve moved into my parents home, as in two months time they’ll head overseas for a school year, and I’ll house sit.  It’ll be great to live in a house, with a garden and a pool and a delightful dog.

Pretty back yard

I’m dealing with the crunch of my household of stuff into an existing household of stuff!

Let’s look at the positives

  • No whitegoods.  The ‘light house’ came with a fridge and a washing machine, which aren’t usually included in rentals in Australia.  I did move into that home with a washing machine which I subsequently sold to a guy I dated a handful of times
  • One less sofa: I visited a friend recently who’d moved into a new home.  His floor plan could easily do with another sofa – given there was one two seater and I was there for a six person dinner party.  He and his flatmate agreed to a year long loan, and came and collected the bigger of the sofas the day before the move!
  • Sold second hand items again: I sold some items, all of which I identified as not ‘love’ and ‘long term’ items.  All were Ikea.  They were
    • stainless steel dining room table
    • Kallax four box storage cubby I used in the laundry and bought just for the light house
    • TV cabinet I bought for $25 and sold for $40 + $40 for delivery.  Profiteering right there!

Profit making TV cabinet

  • Clothing rationalised: I went through my wardrobe and donated items I moved a year ago and hadn’t worn.  Yep, two pairs of jeans that continued unworn.  A jacket I kept ear marking to replace, and when I didn’t wear it all this year… out it went.
  • Food pantry: I donated my handful of canned goods to the refugee collection my church runs

Things that I am yet to work out

All loaded into my parents house – but alone I wasn’t game to start moving stuff in newly painted rooms

  • Clothing chaos: when I last lived at home, more than 6 years ago, I owned a wardrobe.  I sold it when I moved to the loft which had built ins, and the subsequent two homes had built ins.  Now I’m back and in a ‘not really’ bedroom, so no built ins.  And the bedrooms with built ins have occupants and are FULL.  I also need somewhere for smalls, and folded items.  A puzzle still to resolve right there.
  • My functionless furniture:
    • A wooden trolley: which houses a small wine rack – no need in my bedroom!
    • A coffee table: at least the wood tones match the fireplace tones
    • Shoe rack: again, there just seems no logical place to put this!
    • Buffet: was my entry ‘landing strip’ where I also store things like hardware, handbags, sewing kit – you know, things people need!
    • Six upholstered chairs: from my dining table which is gone. update: the friend who took a couch also took these chairs.  He’s worth his weight in gold!
  • My parents existing furniture in my room (whilst my parents are still home)
    • Glass fronted book case
    • Antique dining table… and there’s a dozen chairs I think, scattered now throughout the house.  Of course, we also have a kitchen table with modern chairs
    • Piano
  • Art: I have so much art.  And it’s genetic – so do my parents!!  Thankfully most of the house has picture rails, so it’s not a hue struggle to put it up.  Of course, I like to ensure art sort of matches in theme or framing.  At least a large home has a stack of walls

Even two weeks later, there’s still more work to be done!

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