Moving is hard

And I don’t just mean physically.

Remember when we were packing up to leave Wangaratta and I said I’m never moving again? We’ve moved twice since then. I’ve also said of the last 2 places we’ve lived that I’d hoped we’d stay more than a year. This hasn’t happened but I’m saying the same for Rocky.

Moving towns is emotionally exhausting. There are new friends to make, new shops to find, addresses to change, kids to settle. The list goes on. I am feeling good about this move – for whatever reason I feel like it’s the right move for us – but there is still a lot to do.

I started writing this post yesterday and forgot to save the draft, assuming it would save automatically. I’m not entirely sure where I wanted to go with it to be honest. I don’t want to come across as complaining as I’ve been really lucky this past month having Mum and for the most part, Hubs, around to do so much for me and the kids. I’m not sure that it has hit me that we’re leaving in 3 days. It certainly didn’t hit Hubs until last night when he realised the kids and mum and I are leaving this Wednesday and he stays til next week.

Even though the removalists are doing the packing as well (a thousand times YAY!) there are still things to be done.

I’d best go and do them 🙂

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