Unexpected pleasures of the new apartment: getting a glimpse of the Harbour Bridge and Opera House from the train on my commute, and the Snook charring tomato skins on the gas stovetop…
This resonated with all the decisions we have been making lately: what to move, what to put into storage, and what to get rid of. It’s important to keep sentimental things, but you also don’t need to keep something that doesn’t spark joy or meet a need. It’s tricky to find the balance…
Unexpected pleasures of the new apartment: getting a glimpse of the Harbour Bridge and Opera House from the train on my commute, and the Snook charring tomato skins on the gas stovetop…
This is a story about two silly people who bought a ridiculously large, very thin OLED TV and then *threw the box away*, not realising they’d be moving house a year later. The movers took one look at it and went, “Yeah, nah.” So today we rented a van and spent a good hour figuring it out. We had to move it upright, lifting from the very heavy base and trying not to touch or bend the screen at all, down 7 steps and out to the van. Rodd flatly (and wisely) refused my (illegal) suggestion that he ride back there and hold the base himself. We got it inside and stood it against the cage, padding the front with cushions and using tape to keep it from flexing backwards. Then we strapped down the base, and I drove us across town as smoothly as I could. The dodgiest bit was getting it out of the van, but thankfully a new neighbour lent a hand. Then up the lift and into the apartment, where I’m happy to report it still works! 😅📺
Moral of the story: ALWAYS SAVE THE BOX. (Start tuned for the sequel when we have to do this again in 6 months…)
This is a story about two silly people who bought a ridiculously large, very thin OLED TV and then *threw the box away*, not realising they’d be moving house a year later. The movers took one look at it and went, “Yeah, nah.” So today we rented a van and spent a good hour figuring it out. We had to move it upright, lifting from the very heavy base and trying not to touch or bend the screen at all, down 7 steps and out to the van. Rodd flatly (and wisely) refused my (illegal) suggestion that he ride back there and hold the base himself. We got it inside and stood it against the cage, padding the front with cushions and using tape to keep it from flexing backwards. Then we strapped down the base, and I drove us across town as smoothly as I could. The dodgiest bit was getting it out of the van, but thankfully a new neighbour lent a hand. Then up the lift and into the apartment, where I’m happy to report it still works! 😅📺
Moral of the story: ALWAYS SAVE THE BOX. (Start tuned for the sequel when we have to do this again in 6 months…)
We’re wiped out, but it went about as well as it could. A few more bits and pieces to pick up tomorrow, but we’re in. 😅
We’re wiped out, but it went about as well as it could. A few more bits and pieces to pick up tomorrow, but we’re in. 😅
I think we’re ready? #famouslastwords 🚚
The scandal has spread to Chippendale. 😱☠️
Anybody in Sydney need a TV stand?
I think we’re ready? #famouslastwords 🚚
If you want to know how moving house is going…
Me: What’s all this candy doing out on the counter?
Rodd: I couldn’t be arsed packing it, so I put it there so we’d eat it.
I immediately applied the same logic to the gin. 😉
LOLLLLLLL
