We are moving back to Australia. A reshuffle within the company has resulted in a rather sudden change of roles. G has taken a position in the head office in Brisbane. I am proud of him.
Brisbane is my home town. We had always anticipated that, one day, when the time seemed right we would move back there. I call it ‘home’… as much as anywhere. Perhaps the move is a little sooner than I had anticipated but it is a chance to lay down roots and a chance for the girls to ‘call Australia home’ (at least for a little while… nothing needs to be forever… right?)
I am in the midst of yet another international uplift… what a fucking treat!
All our worldly goods must be inventoried – keep, sell, repair, gift, throw that shit away!
On the other side of the world, mostly using the magical power of the interweb, a new life must be created – shelter, schools, transport, medical. I have been stunned at the amount of paperwork required for…everything! This chick has been in South East Asia for too long.
The news of the impending move has been hard on the girls. Monkey is old enough to realise that we are leaving her friends, her community, the only home she has ever known. She is sad, angry and confused. Pigeon is trying to find the positives, she is so resilient. Chilli is… well Chilli is about to leave her precious Bau, our nanny, who has been a constant since Chilli was 8-weeks-old. Chilli is not going to like that. Bau is not going to like that. I AM NOT GOING TO LIKE THAT. There have been, and will continue to be, tears all round!
I have found a wonderful home for our beloved cats.
Sanchez and Schlarper are 13-years-old. They came here from Austalia with us and they love it here. We decided the stress of moving them back to Australia (7 months, two quarantine stays and two different countries) was too much. They are getting lots of extra cuddles and some rather fancy treats as I enjoy my last month with them before saying goodbye. It is impossible to explain how difficult the decision to leave them behind has been. They were our first children. When we adopted them, we made a commitment. This feels like a betrayal, even if I know it is for the best.
It is a little over a month until we actually leave. A strange, emotional, exhausting and lonely time ahead. But with change comes adventure and opportunity. Who knows? Fabulous could be closer than I think!
Two months since I have been here,
Two months, too much to say,
44 is coming but the fabulous seems far away!
Thanks for reading and I am sorry I have been away so long.