Apr 2007

Cardboard boxes, garbage bags, half-empty bottles of shampoo, tomato sauce, wine... OK, maybe not so many half-empty bottles of wine, they are mostly all empty. You'd be forgiven for thinking it's a ghetto or slum we've stumbled upon on our travels. But, no - it's our once-pristine Paddington apartment.
Our departure for the Trip Of a Lifetime (hearafter referred to as TOL) is in four days and counting. The removalists show up in just under 36 hours and we're in utter chaos. Suddenly TOL seems a frivilous and downright ridiculous idea. We have too many beauty products for one thing. We need to rehome our potplants and adopt out our car. We need to cram five years worth of Sydney life into a storage unit that's smaller than our bathroom. Do we make it? Do Emily and Michael foil the troublesome Packing Gods, pack their suitcases sensibly and make it to the airport on time? Stay tuned...

Completely random yet utterly sublime holiday moment: Waking up on Monday morning before the alarm and realising it's not even set, that I don't need to do the hour-long comute to the office, that it doesn't matter that I can't be bothered to wash my hair today. Because I'm not going to work today. I'm not going for six whole months.