After signing a contract in April, getting a mortgage in May and being an landlord in June I am finally, finally getting ready to be an owner-occupier. My tennants moved out today and tomorrow I commence "The Big Move". And despite my anxiety about having decidedly less money to spend on clothes, cocktails and rockstar haircuts, I am ridiculously excited.
This has been the most epic move of my life to date, and I have the broken nails, cuts and bruises to prove it. The packing process, which has occurred across three different sites in Brisbane has uncovered many, many strange and forgotten things from my past. Like this ....
I feel fairly confident that I stole it from the art rooms in year 10. And yes, I'm keeping it. I like that there's a staple in his chest.
I have to confess I'm a bit nervous about the potential injuries that lay before me. That's why I've invested in some professionals. Turns out $149 p/h on a Thursday will buy you two men and a truck. And some boxes. Hopefully they will perform adequately.
So for now my life is in boxes. All of it. And there are so, so many of them none of which are particularly organised. There's this one box that contains two fry pans, a clock and all of my accessories. How does that even make sense??
Transitions are strange.
Still - moving into my first home that I own. Very. Exciting.
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