We all like the excitement of visiting a new place. So much more if you’re moving to a new place of your liking. But with moving comes the responsibility and the hassle and the nasty packing and un-packing. The idea is always fun but over time when you realise the work involved the feelings miff out a tad. The ‘in-between’ or ‘meantime’ period of the move is at best… mildly put — tiresome even for a good organiser! I’m sure you’d agree if you have experienced it, unless you’re a free-spirited wandering hobit who walks the earth carefree with little possession.

Or maybe I have too much junk I carry around…. don’t we just gather and horde so much as we go through life. Funny that!

Hornsby chapter of my life has come to an end. Not knowing this move was impending on us we had planned to visit Melbourne earlier in the year. And it all happened smack bang in the middle of this move. After moving our stuff over to our new place and dropping dead that evening at 8pm we were up in the sky flying down to Melbourne the very next day. The peace and quiet of not having to look at box-filled rooms seemed comforting. We were lapping up the comfort of Melbourne even though it was bitterly cold. The getaway was perfect, it couldn’t have been planned better. Sometimes things just happen involuntarily & hindsight always reaffirms that was the best thing ever. So there if you are about to move make sure you plan in a short holiday.

More on Melbourne soon