Shhh… Don’t tell anyone, but I really shouldn’t be blogging. I’ve got a hundred and one other things to do (including finishing catching up on IBOT), but lots of people said they wanted to hear how we are going in our new house, and really, who am I to not oblige? 😉
So how are things going?
Basically like this.
I’m sitting on a camping chair and there are still boxes everywhere. As part of our moving process, we got rid of all our junk planning to get new stuff down here. Great idea except for two minor flaws:
1. We are not made of money.
2. Most of the stuff we got rid of was for storage purposes. Which means that I can’t unpack lots of stuff, because there is nowhere to put it.
Oh and also no couches to sit on, which is more than a little disturbing. They will be a priority but we’ve hit the ground running with the kids already at school, and Boatman already at work, and me already visiting doctors because of stupid ankle injury, and thus there has been very little time for couch shopping.
We are going to Adelaide this weekend though to pick up our other car, and visit Ikea, so fingers crossed, we will come back with all the answers to my problems!!
In other news (and I feel as if I am typing this in a very hasty manner on account of me super secret, stealth blogging), everyone is settling in ok. I’m yet to make any real friends, but I did interject myself into a conversation at school the other day, when I heard mothers complaining about the traffic. A topic very dear and close to my heart, since the day earlier I lost it at the peak hour congestion that I thought would actually be impossible in a small country town. It’s worse than Darwin (not that D-Town is all that bad), and there are like a gajillion roundabouts all going in five different directions, and if you’re not careful you may find yourself inadvertently heading out of town. Not that that happened to me.* I’m quite sure I’ve possibly annoyed every driver on the road at some point with suddenly pulling into the wrong lane, or no lane at all. Turns out that even without a line down the middle of the road, you can be on the wrong side of it.
Sorry everyone. Just in case you stumble upon this by googling ‘Mad NT driver in Port Lincoln.’ I sincerely apologise.
So anyway, back to my conversation interjection, I left feeling quite happy with myself, since I’m not usually a ‘throw myself in the deep’ kinda chick, but then realised later, that by some completely stupid, random coincidence, I have been following one of these ladies on IG for over a year. So now I look like some complete psycho, move-across-the-country-to-join-in-your-conversation, type stalker.
I’m so glad I haven’t told anyone I blog yet.
Not that that would help really. Everyone knows someone who knows someone or is related to someone or lives up the road and next door to them. We also have joined this crowd by moving next door to the principle of the junior school the kids are at. Of course, said offspring have made sure that every afternoon they all stand next to his fence and scream at each other, so that’s just dandy.
I’m sure I’m making all sorts of beyond wonderful first impressions.
Added to all that, it’s my birthday tomorrow, but I’m seriously think I might cancel it. I’m really not in a birthday frame of mind, and honestly all I want to do is curl up on an actual couch and just chill, yo! (I may have also been watching a bit of Breaking Bad at night, and decided that talking like a wannabe drug lord is just how I roll.)
Apart from that, it’s all good! The Coles down here still has my favourite brand of choc milk (they stopped selling it in Darwin years ago), and thanks to all the
getting lost running around town to find the best way to school, I think I’m able to find my way home from anywhere now.
Unless I end up in the wrong lane.
So how are things with you?
*It totally happened to me.