Gosh we have a lot of stuff.
Actually, I know that we have a lot less stuff than many people, but when you have to pack it all into boxes, haul it across the city on a 39 degree day (that's Celsius, people), and then unpack it all (well, some of it) the next day, which happens to be a 43 degree day, it feels like a LOT of stuff.
The newspaper gleefully informed us that 43 celsius is about 108 gasundheit, for those folks who still work in old money.
Suffice to say, I am exhausted.
Things I love ...
the views from every window
the whole environment/surroundings of our new suburb
the welcoming party of neighbours who turned up last night to introduce themselves and welcome us
the rustic nature of the house (this one may wear off I suspect)
Things I'm not so thrilled about ...
the bathroom (blue laminex counter, 'gold' taps, faux heritage tiles)
the kitchen (apart from the pantry, see above)
the creepy crawlies
the realisation that we really are in a bushfire-risk zone
Thank you all for your comments and good luck wishes.
I will get around to checking your blogs and replying shortly.
But first, I have to find the box containing my underwear.
Kind of sad that I listed the pantry before the views ...