You may notice there have been few posts over the past few months, and that is because I have just finished moving to Brisbane, Queensland from Woy Woy, New South Wales.
It wasn't the longest move I ever did. (The longest was moving from America to Australia, which took four months). It wasn't the shortest, either. (We once moved another house on the same block; that move was so short, I carried my own stuff from one house to the other). However, the move was not short; almost 1,500 kilometers between houses, two days on the road, six days with essentially nothing but our sleeping bags, two and a half weeks with everything packed in boxes, and two weeks after moving with bad Internet.
This was the first move of my life I did not want to do. I had been moving on a yearly basis since I was born, and every two years I had moved to a different state or country. Instead of being sick of it, I felt quite comfortable. However, after ten houses and seven changes of postal address, at the age of thirteen feeling good not having moved in three years, I was sick of it. I didn't want to move to Brisbane.
I've changed my mind since then. Brisbane is a very nice place operated by a local government which actually does things. I live next to Mount Coot -- tha, a mountain which breaks up the city sprawl and gives astounding views of Brisbane from its summit. It's about as good as Woy Woy.
The best thing is, I think we just might stay in Brisbane. My father finally has a good job, and mother actually likes Brisbane. Whatever happens, I just don't want to move again...
It wasn't the longest move I ever did. (The longest was moving from America to Australia, which took four months). It wasn't the shortest, either. (We once moved another house on the same block; that move was so short, I carried my own stuff from one house to the other). However, the move was not short; almost 1,500 kilometers between houses, two days on the road, six days with essentially nothing but our sleeping bags, two and a half weeks with everything packed in boxes, and two weeks after moving with bad Internet.
This was the first move of my life I did not want to do. I had been moving on a yearly basis since I was born, and every two years I had moved to a different state or country. Instead of being sick of it, I felt quite comfortable. However, after ten houses and seven changes of postal address, at the age of thirteen feeling good not having moved in three years, I was sick of it. I didn't want to move to Brisbane.
I've changed my mind since then. Brisbane is a very nice place operated by a local government which actually does things. I live next to Mount Coot -- tha, a mountain which breaks up the city sprawl and gives astounding views of Brisbane from its summit. It's about as good as Woy Woy.
The best thing is, I think we just might stay in Brisbane. My father finally has a good job, and mother actually likes Brisbane. Whatever happens, I just don't want to move again...