A new adventure

If I have been absent from the blogosphere of late, it has been because I have been rather preoccupied.

You see, in a moment of rashness, hubby and I have brought a new house. And not being of the rich and famous variety of folk, it means we have had to rapidly get this beautiful old home we live in on the market. Hence, instead of writing, blogging, looking after children, having a life, I have been sorting, cleaning, painting, and been in stunned amazement at how much crap we have accumulated in the time we have been here.

I must confess, I am the kind of person who can not bear to throw anything out. I am the polar opposite of minimalist. I am utterly maximalist, which is all well and good, until you have to sell your house. then suddenly you realise that other people will see your treasures as clutter, and other people will see your mementos as junk. At some point you also come to realise that prospective home buyers do not want to risk injury by opening a cupboard and being met by an avalanche of ,er, stuff. That kind of dampens their ardour. So in the interests of presenting a home for sale, I am actively de-junking. This has also been triggered by the fact the home we have brought is smaller. I know, you are thinking, what?!!! Smaller?!!! (Especially those of you who come to stay and are aware of exactly how much stuff we have.) But rest assured, the positives outweigh the negatives.

I am getting my head around the idea of change, even if it is just moving across the city. I also have to admit to having a wee cry when the For Sale sign went up on the fence this morning. But it is all for good, moving forward, onwards and upwards. I just hope I can survive the process in the meantime.

By the way, if you'd love to buy a beautiful old villa in Dunedin, drop me a line...