Tonight is the last night we’ll spend in the house we’ve lived in for a little over 8 years. I don’t really go in for sentimentality at the best of times, but this occasion in particular isn’t really moving me at all.
When we moved to Brisbane in 2002, we needed to buy a house somewhat quickly. It’s hard to find a rental place when you have two large, hairy dogs. I spent a week here looking around, and then Kylie came up and found this place. I made no secret of the fact that I wasn’t overly keen, but we bought it, and in my mind it was only ever a temporary home – until we found, or could afford, something better.
I threw a spanner into the works of that plan when I decided to go back to uni a couple of years later and then worked as a lowly paid teacher for a few years. The temporary home became a little more permanent than I had hoped.
Despite that, the attachment was never there. I’ve never really liked the suburb, never really got to know the neighbours, never really felt like I’d want to stay here for a long time.
So, as we lock the door behind us tomorrow, I’m not expecting that there will be much in the way of emotion. If anything, it will be a relief to finally be moving on.
The next one will be better ! Can’t wait to see it.
Woc