I now live in Suburbia.
After a week of moving boxes (and boxes, so many boxes) and carloads of crap (and a maxed out 4-tonne truck) we have left Bohemia.
I cried the last time I walked away from our old place. Sure, living there turned sour, but those 4 ½ years there were pretty amazing and transformational (Is that even a word?).
But now? We live amongst a nice community (seriously, the neighbours are so friendly) in a nice neighbourhood. And our new place is sun-drenched, in excellent condition, fully renovated and just plain nice.
Even the movers commented on the difference.
Yesterday morning, a neighbour I hadn’t met yet asked if I wanted a lift to the station. Last night the ice cream truck did his fortnightly rounds and stopped outside our place.
The noise here is so different – kookaburras, magpies and the wind rustling through trees.
The cats are having issues with settling, though — the Bear especially with his crying in the middle of the night — but nothing a visit from Train’s vet couldn’t fix (Surely? Hopefully?)
But now that I’ve finished work for the year, the internet’s connected and the TV has been set up, I can focus on the unpacking and enjoying the small things… like our new oven