10.49 pm - Custard In The Coffee, Breathless At The Post Office, Poachers, Angels, And The Last Post For A While

I'm exhausted. A big day to be sure.

Spent all morning packing, wrapping, taping, bubble wrapping, and packing. Can't believe I actually went through all my belongings and threw out a lot - because I still have so much stuff, so much 'junk'. Guess it's not junk to me, though. (I'm also kind of obsessively sentimental and have kept nearly every diary, organizer and notebook I've used since I was 10yo)

Signed the lease and got the keys - it's mine! But that wasn't without it's dramas, which are too extensive to go into here, but it all worked out in the end. With some prayers to the Universe, the God, the Goddess, my angels, my spirit guides, and basically anything with wings in a five mile radius...

It's all good.

Went to the house and re-measured the windows.... hang on, something's different.... oh dear, the ENTIRE FRONT SCREEN DOOR seems to be...

well...

kind of...

FARK!

Overnight, someone had ripped the screen door from it's hinges and stolen it! There was no other damage, no break in, and someone in Windale got drunk last night, so it's not all bad... right?

Feeling slightly less 'safe' now I only have a wooden door (that granted will have about 10 locks on it). But, you get that kind of thing, I guess. It'll most certainly be replaced, so that's okay.

Just shocked the hell out of me - god damn screen door - aarrgghh.

I *liked* that door.

Anyway, it's all good, we then went to Uncle Bunnings and bought some blinds (and a badly needed ladder for mum), came home and absolutely collapsed.

Nurofen for back - STAT.

Something tells me tomorrow will be just as bad, if not worse. But it's for a good cause ;)

I am going to miss the internet for the next week or so, but I guess it will give me lots of time for unpacking and organising and all the rest. Hmmm, actually, I think I'll probably forget I own a computer now I think about it!
It is raining hard and supposed to continue badly tomorrow. Nice. Pray for either clear weather for me, or an abundance of plastic tarps.... ta.

Must get up early, do the groceries, go to the house and hang blinds and curtains, start ferry-ing small boxes and assorted little things over by car - lucky it's only 3 minutes away. Then the removalists come at 1-2pm and the big stuff goes over. After that, who knows!

My last night at home.

End of an era.

Strange.

I was lying in bed last night just looking around my bedroom, contemplating the hugeness of it all. The learning curves that will come from this, how it will change me, how it changes the family structure and relationships.

All the stuff you can only ponder, but never know until it happens.

Then I wondered about lying in my bed in my new place for the first night, facing a different direction, a different view from a different window.

Which neighbour will have late night domestics?

Who has the loud parties?

What's the old lady next door like?

What IS the old guy doing with all those black plastic boxes in his backyard?

Is there barking dogs?

Does the house creak?

Should I get the newspaper delivered?

Which light will I leave on at night?

Which radio station will I tune to? (Now that I get to pick the station!!!)

What's the tv reception like?

Will the tv cabinet FIT there?

Where will Isa's fave spot be?

Will she cope?

What will I eat?

That is of course the moment at which my head exploded...

Seriously, I don't think it will all sink in until tomorrow night, after everyone has left, I'm alone, and it's dark.

This is new. It's scary. It's unknown. A massive risk.

I feel like I'm jumping off a cliff with nothing but hope that I've either got wings I didn't know of or there's a really good paramedic at the bottom.

Huge.

I can't imagine having ever gotten to the point where I could even look at moving out of home if it weren't for the improvements in my health and the growth I've experienced over the last 3 years. And while I did most of the hard work - and it was HARD - I had some wonderful guides, without which I'm sure this wouldn't have happened for me.

Flowerman.

B.

Myra.

Judy.

Michelle F.

Bald nurse.

Wendy.

Lisa.

Rose Cottage (and all involved).

Mum.

(If I've forgotten you, I apologise)

I am so grateful that it hurts my heart, and I would give them everything I own if it would pay them back even 1% of the amount they've helped me.

Wow.

End of an era.