Folks, I’m more than a little weary.

After over 100 days in Lockdown, I am fortunate to count myself among the double-vaxxed who can now go about all sorts of business here in my little corner of the Great Southern Land.

But BEFORE Lockdown ended — ironically, inconveniently — we had to move house.

The past three weeks have been a blur of repeated strenuous activity: packing, sorting, carting, unpacking, crying.

Well, that’s not strictly true…I only cried when after more than ten hours on the phone to offshore call centres, I begged the universe to resolve my NBN and internet connectivity issuses, and a man named Cosmos (I know, unbelievable coincidence) finally agreed that I did indeed have a problem beyond my capability to solve and that a technician would be sent to our new abode…THAT was when I cried, and I have to admit it was the gulpy, messy kind of crying that only gets done when you’re really at the end of your rope.

Anyhoo, all that aside, we’re in. We’ve done it. And now we’re ready for the next exciting chapter in our lives, of knocking down our old house and rebuilding our dream home.

I feel incredibly fortunate, I really do.

But in all honesty, I’m mostly just tired.

I consider myself a pretty organised person, but the past three weeks have stretched me to the limits of my powers — and today is the first day that I am taking a much needed (and probably well deserved?!) break. I’m taking time to reflect, to acknowledge the enormity of what has just happened and is about to happen, and to consider some well-learned lessons.

Basically, the main takeaway I have from moving house (which, for the record, I have done more than a dozen times including twice overseas), is that you just have to keep going, and not stop until it’s done. It’s chop wood, carry water over and over again. And this time around, we had a steep driveway and several steep flights of stairs added into the mix.

But now it’s done! Because we kept going, chopping wood, carrying water, and didn’t stop.

Until today, which is — thank the old gods and the new — full of blue skies and sunshine, and space to do whatever we please.

And it’s really, truly good.

Mind yourselves,

BJx