As I sit here two finger typing surrounded by packing cases, bubble wrap, pink string and sealing wax, slowly losing the will to live, I ask myself WHY ? Why in the name of all thats holy have I moved so many times in my ‘adult’ life. Since the age of twenty one, when I was first married, I have moved seventeen times !! Now (dear reader) if this is not exceptional please tell me .
My Dad has lived for sixty five years in the same house he and my late Mum moved into just after World War Two. They spent fifty two years of their fifty seven years together in this house.
Now I realise here that we are talking about different worlds really with (certainly) different expectations. My parents had just lived through all the violence and truamas the War had subjected them to that neither of them could have imagined when they first married. Therefore being offered a brand new home with hot and cold water and an inside loo and bathroom must have been heaven. They moved to a new area with hundreds of young couples all pretty much in the same position.Exciting times I’m sure.
My Dad must have a wealth of memories(most of them happy I’m sure) and that wrap around joy element of parenthood even though we were nine kids and none of us little angels (I would be the exception here!), he must know every nook and cranny of the house, probably on first name terms with all the house bricks too.
I, on the otherhand don’t appear to have the ability or need to attach myself to a particular place. Now don’t misunderstand me here, I have loved most, if not all the homes I’ve had in my life. I love to design, decorate and make my homes comfortable, its an absolute pleasure and something, I think I am quite good at too. If forced to analyse and comment on my approach to subject I think the one thing I would ‘admit ‘ is that I find the whole experience exciting and cathartic.! Is this where they send in the men in white coats ?
Now this is somewhat disconcerting actually, when you realise that moving house is the second most stressful situation we put ourselves through, second only to marriage !! Well now, discretion and self preservation forbids me to comment further on this subject not withstanding the fact that I can feel Pauls eyes boring into whats left of my brain, as we speak !!
We are both really looking forward to being in our new home, with views of Table Mountain from one balcony and looking up at Signal Hill from the other…..what’s not to love ? So dear reader….wish us luck and lets hope the rain stays away and good fortune comes to stay …MOY PRONTO POR FAVOR !!
This could be our last move for some time as we hope to settle here…..whats that I hear from Natalie and Allens corner….vamos haber ?? I really should settle down before I get too old to dream….whenever that is.
See you on the other side boys and girls, have a great weekend, I don’t expect I will be blogging for the next couple of days……have we organised the electricity supply and do the wine merchants deliver one wonders ??