packing it




Hi! Lovely to see you! 'Cept I can't see you because my head is spinning. (And that, of course, is the reason. Not because we're not magically linked by global webcams where I can see you sitting there reading, drinking a cup of tea, is it still hot? Hey, nice top! What's going on with your hair today?)

Can you tell I had a coffee? First one in about six months. Wee babe is a bit sensitive to caffeine so I usually don't, but I've been up since five, in bed at one on the other side of that, and I was responsible for driving a car with three precious small people in it today. So I had a coffee. And it's still going. Awesome! Couldn't sleep now if you medicated me!

We moved out of Sydney today. 

I walked out of the house with the smallies, and a carload, and the rest, including Adam, arrives tomorrow. We're at my folks' house tonight and tomorrow and after that I'm not sure how long it'll be before our internet is up and running, so I may post a tad sporadically for a week. 

I tell you, leaving the house to be packed by strangers is both weird and exhilarating. We've been relocated by Adam's work a few times, the first time I had one twenty-month-old baby and I was in a muddle. It was brilliant, the packers just breezed in and five or six hours later my whole house was in neat cartons. 

The next move I gave a bit more thought to and put my underwear into drawstring bags. Which I was pleased about when the packers turned out to be three blokes with prison tatts. Weird, thinking about them packing my nursing breast pads. 

I was even more prepared when we moved back to Sydney two years ago, (thinking of those blokes packing up my bathroom cupboards) but the packers that time was a huge team of terribly efficient older ladies who buzzed around and labelled everything beautifully, ripping tape, folding open boxes, stacking book cartons six high, in the heat of a heavy Brisbane summer. 

Yesterday, as I was doing a final sort of the pantry, I found a tiny photo of our family hidden among the jars of dried beans. Weird. One of the kids had put it there. I retrieved it, but what do the packers think of the people whose houses they box up?

Do they think we are total glopheads as they put our wine into cartons? Do they wonder about my magnificent collection of empty glass jars? Do they look at the piles of fabric in my stash and think I'm wasteful? Ambitious? A total dork? 

What does your house say about you?

And did I leave any washing on the line?


12 Comments on “packing it

January 17, 2011 at 11:15 pm

oi that’s my box isn’t it?

i think my house would say ‘cough, cough, would you mind dusting me a bit more often please? and a vacuum more than once a month would be a real treat.cough, cough’

ooh score- picked up a bookshelf on the side of the road today- not a scratch on it. Dom and I hauled it across the road and up the stairs and it is now happily at home. of course it doesnt know it will rarely be dusted ever again..

thinking of you-hope all goes well


kim at allconsuming
January 18, 2011 at 12:14 am

such exciting times!

January 18, 2011 at 12:16 am

Hehe. I hope you do crash land sometime earlier than 1am tonight. Good luck to you.

International Woman of Mystery
January 18, 2011 at 6:48 am

Love this post. I remember the packers moving half a packet of pasta from Hong Kong to Sri Lanka, amongst other dodgy things. And the printer broke en route but it still took months and a decent amount of cash to get Customs off our backs! And I can’t recall the specifics but there were some very amusing labels on the boxes moving from Sri Lanka to Germany. I’m sure the packers think we’re total nerds with the amount of books we ship to and fro. We’re kinda naughtily hoping that something will happen to our 8 year-old tv in the next move so we just HAVE to buy a new one! Lots of random packing thoughts there for your reading pleasure.

January 18, 2011 at 6:54 am

hehe you sound so hyperactive, love it. as the days count down for my moving day i get more and more anxious about how little time i have to do everything…and i need to find more boxes!

January 18, 2011 at 6:56 am

It IS your box of colourful goodness, glad you could make use of it!

January 18, 2011 at 7:57 am



I think the packers would think, ‘do they really need so much stuff for the kitchen’ at our house. The last few moves kitchen boxes have outnumbered other rooms 3:1 at least…

January 18, 2011 at 7:59 am

man, NOW I’m anxious. In all the company moves we’ve done, NOTHING has ever been broken or even damaged. We’re using the same company, but because it’s a private move, I baulked at the cost of insurance – crazy money. So we’re winging it. I brought everything in the car that I thought would be disastrous to lose – my camera, laptop, a backup of the Mac, the children…

January 18, 2011 at 8:00 am

Wish I could give you ours!

January 18, 2011 at 10:13 am

Best of luck with the move, I’m sure it will be fine…go easy on the caffeine!

January 19, 2011 at 12:55 am

Insurance schminsurance. So long as you have all the good stuff. Who knows what happened to the printer? I don’t blame the company and couldn’t be bothered to go through the rigmarole of claiming for it. I’m sure your stuff will be a-okay. Remember how far ours had to go! Oh, and don’t think that I didn’t notice “the children” were at the end of the list, after your camera and computer stuff. Poor wee unloved buggers.

Alex C
January 24, 2011 at 1:45 pm

Hey Fi,
I hope the move is going well. I made your Sunshine Clip Clop cake yesterday for someone who doesn’t like chocolate (except I didn’t have any passionfruit so substituted with a dollop of apricot jam to counter the intensity of the lemon). Very yummy, highly recommend. Looking forward to hearing from you when you’re back on line.


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