Oh don’t freak out just yet. I can’t possibly be bored of this city, already.
This time I’m moving houses within Sydney. Because guess what – I HAVE A HOUSE.
I don’t have to sleep on an airbed anymore. No longer do I have to live out of my suitcase. I will have my own room, my very own bathroom and a kitchen where I can cook without feeling guilty (yes mummy, I won’t just microwave stuff).
Although, I am not looking forward to repacking all my trash and moving it to the new house.
I have to undergo the entire process to hiring a truck, reshuffling my boxes, dealing with abusive removalists and keeping the packaging tape away from my nail paint (very difficult).
I am hoping this would be my last move (for a while). I can assure you, I’ll be a pro by the end of this one. Your walking-talking moving specialist -that’s me.
If you live in Sydney and want to get rid of any extra furniture in your house – CONTACT ME. I will love you for life.
But seriously, spread the word….
Shitika is moving houses and needs a real bed to sleep on.
Tell the person next to you on the bus. Surely he’ll have a lamp he can give me. Surely!