Okay, so it looks like we'll be moving out of our house by the end of the week. Friday/Saturday to be exact. I've got mixed feelings, a part of me is excited as it kinda feels like it's a mark of a new chapter in life. The other part is a little sad, sad in that I'm going to miss this current house terribly. It's a nice house - good size, (kinda) nice location, the Chinese takeaway is precisely 573 steps from my front door (LOL) and best part of all, people knew where this house is when I told them so. I'll be like, oh it's the white house on the corner and people will be like, Oh, yeah the Christmas house!!! LOL
I can't wait for the new house to be finished, but it would probably be April next year before we move in. But for now, we've rented a two storey house in... wait for it... WOODCROFT! LOL. Looks like its another couple of months or so left in this shithole LOL. But it's an okay house I guess, just as long as it had air conditioning then I'm fine with it.
I'm now in the process of dismantling everything, and I absolutely hate it. I hate packing things, I hate lifting things, I hate moving actually. If I had my way, I'd just hire slaves for the day. They can be my little meerkats. Or whatever animal that lift things... Dung beetles? Yeah, one of those...
Also worth noting is that my brother and his family (finally) moved out into their own place. I think they'll be just fine, but I'm gonna miss two little kids running around the house. I love my little nephews, I wish they were my own kids, they're so awesome. I'll miss my older nephew telling me I'm "Bis-kusting" (disgusting) or that he loves the colour green and loves to eat "Pas-ketti" (spaghetti). I'll miss the little younger one saying "uh-oh" when he's done something wrong or asking to play with the plastic balls upstairs and just generally squeezing his puny little fat cheeks. But LOL it's not like they're moving to another country, I'll still see them for most days every now and then. Still... awesome bunch of kids, they are.
I guess that makes me the man of the house now. My dad doesn't count... coz... he's... fat.
4 comments:
Oh no...already. I haven't been to your house for yonk and been wanting to see your theatre room. Oh well just have to knock on your old house one day and go "Is Juan Home" and see what they say hahaha
oh juan!
i cant believe you're moving so far away to .. WOODCROFT!!
HAHAHA!
i drove past your (old) house the other day & i was like wonder if Juan's home?!
now, i cant do that anymore or go "juan lives there!"
cant wait to see pics of the new house or maybe be invited over when it's done in '07!! *wink wink*
p.s. i was working next door to your work today but you weren't there! bOoo!!
573 steps? that sounds kinda far... i thought it would have been more like 150 steps?...
but anywayz, congratulations to you and your family for moving out of woodycroft. now it's my turn to convince my family.......
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