Showing posts with label moving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moving. Show all posts

Last January/This January: Beaches and Budgeting

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Last January we were fresh off the airplane and the kids only had 2 weeks to adjust before starting school.  It was pretty huge.

My parents saw to it that we took some time off in the midst of everything to go out and enjoy our new surroundings.  We drove down to the beach, about an hour from their place, and had a really gorgeous afternoon.  There were lots of loud and somewhat inebriated teens enjoying their last days of summer hols, but the gorgeous yellow sunshine, breeze, perfect temps and the salty ocean air overwhelmed everything with a sense of happiness and well-being. 

We sat by the ocean at a little cafe for a while with family and friends, and had cappuccinos.

I can't believe that was a year ago -- it seems like yesterday and a lifetime ago.

I also can't believe that only just now, nearly a whole year later, I'm finally getting my house in order and really working on a budget -- I've been keeping track for the past six months and it's not looking good! -- so I'm diligently exploring ways to get our grocery bills down and cut back on everything I can cut back on. 

Moving is expensive, and so is adjusting.  I remember when we first moved back to the USA it was the same way.  Time to knuckle down.  Give me your best Aussie money saving tips!  xx

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New Home, Same Old Me

I can't believe it's been 6 or 7 weeks since I posted. Actually, in terms of all the events that have transpired, it seems much longer than that.

I've had a hard time lately.

We did move, about 3 weeks ago, and we are in our new house now. It's taken some time to recover in body and spirit from the preparations and event of the move itself; and even more time to settle into the new place. Physically, we have the basic provisions and are chugging along pretty much normally. Everyone has a bed to sleep in, and plates to eat from; we have refrigerators, a washer and dryer and a van. Hubby has a good job, where he's been working for the past week-and-a-half. We've reconnected at our old, well-loved, church. The children have made new friends: just this afternoon we had 9 children playing in the yard. Everyone is enjoying the peaceful, although ghostly dry, scenery around the house.

The family in general seems to be quite happy.

Mama, however, ain't happy, and that's the plain truth of it.

I am finding that in some ways it's harder on a person to be unhappy in easy times than it is to be happy in hard ones. You can't hang that unhappy hat on its post of trial and let it rest there, and you have no right to wear it: so what do you do?

I can't even put my finger on what this feeling is: an emptiness and a vague disappointment and a loss of any kind of interest, or even hope.

I can't put my finger on exactly why, either. I miss my family, it's true. I miss my sisters and my mom and dad and all the people who were in my corner rooting for me daily; all the ones who love me and adore my children. I know what it is like to be so far away from the ones closest to you: I've done this before.

The first time, I didn't know how, day by day, experiences not shared would drop away, irretrievably, into the vast abyss of time; and how the dividing chasm widens--imperceptibly and relentlessy-- as the tangible, actual, living you is replaced in the lives of those you love, by your memory.

The first time, I didn't know this would happen until the excitement of the new, succeeded by the comfort of familiarity, had already provided buffers against the realization of what had been lost.

The first time, it was temporary.

This time, there is neither the excitement of the true new, nor the comfort of real familiarity. Familiar things are strange, and different. The sense of emptiness and loss overshadows everything.

Everything.

And the solace that was once found in the words "One day we will..." no longer exists.

I think this is the first time that I have really sensed the finality of a door that has been firmly closed. It feels like losing a limb, or one of your five senses, or your best friend.

I Guess It's About Time....

that I updated!

I wanted to share all the news, but needed to wait until things were a little firmer.

Oh my, where do I begin?

Well, sadly, we are still moving.

Happily, our house is as good as sold -- to the very first people who came through the house. We only had 4 showings -- 2 for the eventual buyers, and 2 for other buyers who wanted to see it. At the end of the week, we received an offer, and after a little negotiation, settled on a price all were happy with.

Our buyers have moved from South Africa and had money tied up there, which held up the sale process a little. That of course has made things easier for us, as we would have been in a bind to have had to get out too early. As it stands, closing should be on 23 August, and we will need to be out of the house by noon on the 24th. We are still waiting for a structural inspection and for the buyers to come through the house before closing to make sure all the electrics, plumbing, reticulation, etc. works. This morning we had an interesting fellow come to do the termite inspection; we passed with flying colours. YAY!

So things have gone as well there as we could possibly have hoped for. There are few things quite as stressful as having to have a show-ready home with 2 homeschoolers, a toddler and a baby underfoot! Thankfully that part was very short!

Now for the even more amazing part:

The week we were selling the house, a friend of ours from the US was here in little old Perth on business with Proctor and Gamble. Unusual in itself...anyway, he had a little free time and we made arrangements to go into the city and out to dinner with him. That was a stressful day: we had to go to the US consulate on passport business, and they closed after I got my paperwork in, but before my hubby could find parking and get in with the kids. I'll blog about the process of getting into the US consulate some other time 8-0.

Anyway, we finally did go out to this rather unusual Chinese restaurant, and the food was not so good, and the kids were feral from being out all day, and it was WAYYYYYY overpriced...but we all tried to have a good time anyway. Our poor guest had quite a time of it in Perth. I've always said it's a great place to live; lousy place to visit (or do business). Again, more on that another time.

During the dinner conversation, our guest inquired how the house sale was going, and whether we had looked on the internet at real estate in the US. We had, and not only had we been looking (for a long, long time), we had narrowed our search down to two DEFINITE must-see houses. One was in the price range we were looking for, and one was out of our price range but still affordable considering the size and location. Both houses are close to the city and have acreage. When we told our guest about the houses, he mentioned he might be familiar with one of them. Well, of course we left it at that, said our goodbyes, and off he went to China.

Next morning we had an email from our guest's wife. She said he had called her that night and happened to mention these two houses. She inquired if the cheaper one was at XXX Ave? If so, she knew the owners -- was in Bible Study with the wife, and their children knew each other through homeschooling, etc. The Bible Study had been praying for a year for buyers, and nothing had happened. She passed on the email address, just in case.

Of course, it WAS the house we were looking at! The one in our price range. Not only in our price range, but WALKING DISTANCE from hubby's parents, with almost 3.5 acres and a creek, and six bedrooms, and a mudroom. It's in a neighborhood which we know extremely well!

We immediately contacted the sellers. As it turns out, they are the parents of eight children, who had to relocate to another city. They had arrangements for the VERY NEXT DAY to lease the house to a renter. But they were so excited and amazed to hear from us, and that we would be interested in purchasing the house, that they offered to lease with option to own TO US! Somehow, it all worked out -- they will receive their money and hand over the keys to hubby's parents tomorrow.

It was such a delight to talk to these people! I am still in awe as to how this all came together. In the meantime, our buyers received their money from South Africa and everything looks good on this front too.

I've been very upset about this move, for my own reasons. It is wonderful to have confirmation that we are doing the right thing, even though it is so painful for me, and a very difficult move.

So now I am just trying to figure out what to do! I'm so overwhelmed with all the stuff. We have a car to sell, and are getting rid of pretty much everything we own. I should not doubt that everything will turn out fine, though -- we certainly seem to have the blessing of our Heavenly Father.

The Prayer of the Little Ducks

Sometimes my prayers are a lot like this:

THE PRAYER OF THE LITTLE DUCKS


Dear God,
give us a flood of water.
Let it rain tomorrow and always.
Give us plenty of little slugs
and other luscious things to eat.
Protect all folk who quack
and everyone who knows how to swim.
Amen.

~ Carmen De Gasztold ~


(Prayers from the Ark, trans. by R. Godden)

My Favourite Things Part 2

The house is peaceful and quiet after a day of visiting with my sister and her three precious children -- the youngest a baby just six weeks old. I'm so grateful for the gifts of my two sisters! I moved out of home and overseas before they (or I) had reached adulthood. I didn't move back until we all were married, and two of us with children -- 10 years later. So there was a lot of time to make up, to get to know and love each other. And we did, and we do. So very much.


This beautiful arrangement was made by my sister Hannah and given to me for Christmas. The picture does not do it justice.

A personalized wall hanging designed, made, and given to me for Christmas a couple of years ago, by Deb.

Here is a heartwarming set of love-gifts from several family members! The doll, made and given by our Mamma. The wooden shelf, designed, made and given by our Dad. The two adorable purses (green -- mine; yellow -- Miss Rose's) were designed, constructed and quilted by the oh-so-talented Deb.

The Mamma who planted the seeds of home-grown gifts in her girls made this quilted wall-hanging for Christmas one year.

Passing on that seed to the next generation is easy! This artwork was all done by my two children. It will be displayed wherever we live. It is just beautiful.



A surprise gift star-mobile planned, made and given by Miss Rose to little Toby soon after he was born.


And the precious gift-children God has given me -- the picture is my favorite and was taken by a sweet lady who was just starting out in business for herself. She had a little shop at the markets, and spent a great deal of time and care getting everything just so, for my children.

Unfortunately her shop and everything in it burned down not long after this photo was taken.

I am so sad I did not keep her details -- but if she somewhere, sometime, sees this photo -- thank you so much
it means so much to me
and wherever I am, this photo will be.

God willing.
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