Archive for September, 2011

The need for good artwork

Just a random thought I had this morning. I need some good, cheap (remember, one income thing happening at the moment) artwork to put into the two alcoves that we have up the hallway. But I’m stumped as to what kind of artwork I want to put in there.
Do I go with canvas prints, posters, small prints in frames, classic, contemporary, funky? This is going to drive me insane.

The good, the bad and the ugly

This is what my life is boiling down to at the moment – a list – a list of good things, bad things and, well, the ugly things. So here goes:

The good:

  • The house is nearly sorted
  • Seeing baby chickens breaking out of their shells
  • Being in a gorgeous coastal town
  • Celebrating three wonderful (yet sometimes turbulent) years with Mr Man today
  • Being able to have lunch with Mr Man on the foreshore, watching the waves come in and watching people fishing from the jetty

The bad:

  • I’m still unemployed
  • The house isn’t completely unpacked and sorted
  • I have only a limited amount of money in the bank and for the first time in my adult life am going to have to rely on someone else to give me money
  • The neighbour’s kid who keeps kicking his football onto the wall of our house, and up on the roof

The ugly:

  • All the empty boxes lying around in the tiny little yard that is our backyard
  • The seemingly constant mess

The list is longer, but I’m so bloody tired that right now I just can’t think straight, let alone make lists of my life. No, the list that I’m concentrating on at the moment is the list of things that I have to do tomorrow. Top of that list?

Find a bloody job.

This is where you should learn to cull

Yep, enough said in the title really. When moving house, you should definitely cull “stuff”, but more importantly, you should cull your “stuff” before you move, not after you move.

I say this, because I now have to go through my study, and there are folders upon folders of information and “stuff” that I have to cull. And I still have more house to unpack, but I’m spending so much time just unpacking the study I feel as if I’m getting no-where.

Right now, I need to scream… arrggghhhhhhhh

When it becomes a struggle to find a spice rack

Today was yet another busy day of unpacking and sorting things out. I am pleased to announce that we now have a kitchen that looks like a kitchen and acts like a kitchen, a living room that has a working TV, DVD and PlayStation (Mr Man has yet to set the Wii up – what a shame, I can’t use the Wii Fit and “exercise”) and a dining room that we could actually eat in, should we ever actually get around to eating like civilized humans at a dining table (the lounge is so much more cosy – bad form, I realise this).

So while I was unpacking the many, many boxes and bags of food that made the journey to Port Lincoln with us and putting them into the pantry, I realised that I had many more jars of spices than I thought I had. Back in our old house we had a tiny little cupboard above the rangehood, which was just deep enough to put my jars of spices in. So when they were in the cupboard there didn’t seem to be that many of them, and they all had a place. Unfortunately, the cupboards in this house are different. All very deep, all very high, and they all seem to be a little hard to get into, so I lost my spice cupboard, which means they all had to be moved into the general pantry.

That was where I started running into trouble. Have you ever tried to stack jar upon jar upon jar of spices on top of each other?

No?

Don’t. They fall.

Easy answer to this dilemma would be to go and buy a spice rack yes?

Well. Port Lincoln don’t have that many homeware stores. There is a House and Kitchen store, which I admit I had been dying to get into. So, there was my exucse. I got Mr Man to take me down there (because, I am still a little lost and get “misplaced” when I drive around – I need a NavMan, I really do) and in we go to House and Kitchen, with me thinking, cool, spice rack here we come. I even knew exactly what I wanted. Did they have it? NO. I could have cried. So, we started a hunt around town at various different shops trying to find a bloody spice rack. After over an hour of shop hunting and about 5 different stores, we finally found a spice rack at a tiny little homewares store, which I do believe, is going to become a favourite shop of mine in the future (once I have a job again). I believe at one point, in K-Mart, I stopped, told Mr Man I wanted to go back home to Adelaide. I think a part of me was partly serious.

So that’s what my life has been like up till now. Unpacking, driving around town, getting misplaced and spending hours trying to find spice racks. The homesickness for Adelaide, my family and my friends hasn’t set in yet, but Mr Man hasn’t started work yet, so he’s been around me full time. I’m a little worried about how I’m going to cope next week when he starts working and it’s just me and Cat at home, in a strange town, with – strangers.

I believe I might have to take a few more trips down to the beach to eat my lunch. As we did today:

Snapper Rock

Snapper Rock

Or maybe I could go around the corner from home to Billy Lights Point and take in another glorious sunset?

Billy Lights Point

So, while it might be hard for me to find a spice rack here in Port Lincoln, you can see that I’m not going to struggle to find some glorious places to enjoy a few peaceful moments.

Here we are: We are here!

I’m really sorry for the lack of updates over the last couple of weeks. I didn’t realise quite how hectic life was going to get in the lead up to the move. I’ve moved house before, but it’s always been within about 20 minutes of where I was currently living. You can’t do that kind of move when you are moving 7 hours away, everything has to be packed, labelled, and double checked before you place it all on that truck. There is no going back and forth, moving your belongings, and doing a final cleanup.

Oh and note to self… Next time, don’t organise to have the power cut on the actual day of your final inspection. Organise it for the day after. Because that way, when they decide to cut the power at 8.45am, you don’t sit there wondering how the hell you’re going to vacuum the house in readiness for that final inspection.

So there is definitely a lot more to tell you all. The pro’s and con’s of living here, I’ve found a few of both. And I also have a few photos to share. But for now, I must go back to the unpacking and try to get the house a little more organised.