Holy crap. That is the LAST move ever! Seriously...
To think, I used to do it all the time. But at my age, it's just not as easy or as physically possible as it used to be. All my mates with utes and trucks have either died or traded their vehicles in for a smart car. And they're old now, too...
It was a mammoth move. The truck broke down and it pissed down with rain as we were unloading. The last 6 days have seen me unpacking, box by box.
I'm bruised from head to foot. Cuts all over my arms and legs. My feet ache like you wouldn't believe and my back... My chiro would yell at me if he could see what I have been doing. Luckily he can't :D
It's Sunday and I'm stuffed. I have got a semblance of order and I am back online. It's just a case of bit by bit.
I've not been sleeping all that well so I've been walking at dawn and OMG it's beautiful! Clean fresh clear air... The smell of the bush.
Not sure yet how I feel. Kinda in numb and processing mode. Will let you know in a week or two.
Tigger is flaked out on the couch. Upside down with fluffy belly begging to be patted. He can rest. I'm going to go crack a bottle of champagne and sit down...