… don’t know if we’ll get off the ground
Moving home is always a big effort.
Moving to another country and putting 20+ years of detritus into storage is sobering.
Add into the mix; a quickly arranged wedding in the country, last gigs with the Prayerbabies and The Harmaniax, farewell parties and sleep overs for the kids, late night Skype calls with Germany re taxes and schools and opening the home to hundreds of prospective tenants… This goes beyond sobering to ‘quick pass the bottle now!’.
Then… once the last of 303 boxes was packed, the furniture all taken away and only our suitcases and sleeping bags remained… Lucinda broke her arm – badly. The break required surgery and a very long screw inserted above the elbow. On the positive side this ensured she at least had a comfortable bed, albeit in hospital, for the last few evenings in Australia.
What follows is a little pictorial of those last few days…
Dad… the box making and packing king. Without him we would still be standing around with a vase in each hand.
The agile ‘board’ stretched from the front door to the kitchen… this is the ‘done’ column.
Lucinda in hospital shifted priorities and flights.
Friends! You are the best. Instead of drinking champagne in the park, they’re in our home scrubbing it from top to bottom, while Nick plays a farewell gig and Fi’s at hospital.
Prayerbabies farewell gig at the Lomond.
Nick, Ethan and Audrey on their way to Dubai
Audrey up high in Dubai
Sightseeing in Dubai
On the plus side… Fi and Lucinda did get to hang out with their besties and be pampered in Castlemaine.
Our turn to leave Oz.
The family reunited in Dubai airport, en route to Berlin.
We’re here and it’s cold!