Today was Day 1 of the move. The process of moving house is happening over several weekends for a number of reasons. Importantly, I have the luxury of being able to do that and I am not someone to throw over a chance to be lazy regularly. The new house is owned and will be shared with a couple of close friends, so I have the key and access to the house whenever I want. The most important reason is, however, that they live at the end of the stairway of hell.
Don’t misunderstand me – the location and the house are beautiful. The random wildlife, possum and wallaby poop as well as the spiders, on the other hand, would benefit from a makeover. Or at least, with regards to the spiders, not be able to kill you with a single bite. And there are 90 steps from the road to the house – which makes a lot of steps where you can tread in the poop or otherwise be ambushed on the way. My friends have casually mentioned that the first person going up the steps in the morning needs to perform a ritual resembling a mad orchestral conductor – the “baton” is waved madly in front of you to catch any spider webs that have been built across the steps during the night.
Note that I haven’t even mentioned the fact that everything has to be carried down the steps, yet… So, with the help of a friend, today I moved about a quarter of my belongings and it had a real sense of achievement. Between us we did 25 trips up and down the steps. No need for the gym today. A restorative white wine on the other hand was very welcome indeed.