We are in the midst of moving to a new apartment.
It’s a little bigger, a little further, and bit more expensive than the old place. But still at the same zip code. And more importantly a lotta nicer.
Moving apartment in Australia turned out to be another level headache as most of the places are unfurnished. Also, you have to sign up for new electricity, water, hot water, internet instead of carrying over the old ones.
I now understand why moving is one of the most stressful events in a person’s life. I haven’t been my happy self since the last week.
At least now we are almost done. After a week of packing, living with bare essential, paying extra for this and that! We are at the last leg: the unpacking of many boxes.
My task was to label all of the boxes. And I wrote things like “Royal Princess stuff“, “porcelain from the Ming dynasty“, “magical power tools“, “Pandora box“, “5 happy kittens” and “Stormtrooper is getting cozy with Buddha inside the blanket” on it.
That was the only time I had some sort of fun during this moving to a new apartment saga.
On the actual moving day, the last thing I did after I left the apartment was to get a flat white from my usual coffee shop, Einstein. I got all teary-eyed knowing that it wouldn’t be a part of my morning ritual anymore.
On another note, I spent the rest of my salary this month on a bookcase, a towel hanger, and candles in IKEA today. This also means I will be staying-in every day until the next payday.
The silver lining? More time to write.
That’s only if I muster enough mental strength, instead of eating my way through winter/daily instant noodle dinner/zero account balance seasonal self-inflicted depression.