when i was in london, i moved flat/house/pad 9 times. i hate it. i hate packing up my stuff. i hate unpacking my stuff. i hate carrying large, heavy, odd-shaped objects through smaller, rectangular doors.
given this, i was surprised then when i found myself telling my brother i was heading up to bundaberg to help him move house. in fairness, i think he was surprised too.
i can’t say i enjoyed the moving, but it was a great weekend. i got to see the first house my little brother bought, i got to spend time with my gorgeous nephew jack and i caught up with my brother, sister-in-law and mum (who decided to join in the house moving fun).
now, back in sydney, i get to see what changes they’re making to their house through the medium of facebook. and best of all, when my sister-in-law texted me to tell me jack took his first step, i knew exactly where he did it.
andrew, loan, jack, mum and dave
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