Moving Drama

Fate stepped in and over my morning coffee I saw the bulldozer roll in and rip out the few trees that surrounded our house. It was time for us to get out of town. The traffic noise, pollution and total lack of trees in the garden had finally worn me down. What was the point of living in the tropics if you can't sit outside and enjoy it? Having a moment of quiet disbelief that they were truly turning the plot next door into a building site my phone rang.

After the bulldozer

Do you want to move and live up the mountain? My friend was calling to give me the heads up that the perfect house for us was soon to be available. I wasn't prepared at all...dates were horrible, other half away at work..school holidays..rainy season. My health was dreadful but staying next to a building site was never going to help. So I thought about it and followed my gut. We were moving.
Fast forward to the move and note that I between I was diagnosed with an auto immune disease that attacks my thyroid..fun hey. Our landlord in the house was totally unsympathetic about the need for us to move and despite giving notice and leaving the house immaculate he refused to return the deposit..joy..he warrants a whole post to himself that one! I was growing more stressed by the day.
My mum flew to the rescue and worked like a Trojan. She is a machine. I would never have managed by myself. Day by day she packed and worked tirelessly to get the job done. I managed to hold it together and drive up and down the mountain one car load at a time. It was all coming together and the current tenants moving date was drawing close, plain sailing we thought. Wrong. It seemed we had vastly different approaches to our domestic arrangements aka living in a rodent infested filth hole!!!! I'm not being melodramatic.

Unwanted guests ate the beds

Really it was horrible and we had one week to make it a hygienic habitable place for my family to move into. At this point I questioned the wisdom of my decision but it was too late to turn back.
Many phone calls to the rather upset landlord and a team of cleaners drafted in. New beds in every room and a deep cleaning plan in place it was just about done in time. To be fair we gave the housekeeper a second chance but this ended abruptly when mum found her napping an hour into her working day!
So after all this am I glad we moved? Was the drama worth it? Totally. Now I have the fun job of making the house our home and the not so fun job of evicting the wildlife...

Worth it

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