The New Digs

We are getting there. Slowly. Oh so slowly. But nevertheless, we are getting there. Where? Completion. Sanity. “Tidiness”. Though that term should be used loosely when you are talking about a home that is occupied by a small person.

Our new complex is lovely. It is quiet, there are lots of trees (of which the only downfall is the lots of birds that like to sing at the break of dawn), there are great views of the mountains (if you look out the right window on the right angle) and it is just…well, just lovely.

Since we’ve moved in, I’ve seen all kinds of people. Our neighbours consist of an older couple, a mother and her P-plater daughter, and a young childless couple. Its fitting, really, that we are the almost-middle-aged couple with a child. We complete the spectrum.

Then, there is Walter. Nicklas and I met Walter in the pool a few days ago. He is 87 years old, and moved here 2 years ago from NZ on the insistence of his children. When we met Walter, he was, as most oldies are, keen to talk about his life. His first wife walked into a parent-teacher interview at school and dropped dead. After that, he spent 4 years, getting up and making the kids breakfast every morning, spending every spare minute with those kids, then giving them dinner and putting them to bed. He devoted his life to them, and now he’s just welcomed his first great-grand child (after several miscarriages). You see? I told you he was keen to talk about his life! But what a lovely old man. He was swimming laps, his sandals and walking stick left by the stairs and rail into the pool. I’m sure we will run into Walter again.

We are down to approximately 3 boxes that have to be sorted through before they can be stored or re-located. Hubby and son are off to Ikea today to get a couple of storage items for the place. Its probably best I don’t go with them, as hubby should be able to get in, get what we want, and get out, without me convincing us that we need x, y, z also. I’d much rather be going with them than going to work, but in order to pay for their trip, I must go to work. And with that, I must also go get ready.

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