JB ----- Thank you so much for those handy tips!!! I wish you were around too - if only to share the celebratory moving-in drinks on unpacking day. That'd be a cack. (laugh, in Aussie lingo
I really like the sheets/clothes idea! I'm afraid I'm not organised enough to also steal your extensive listing concept, but I am now motivated to at least tag the boxes with some sort of contents reference...
At least 1/4 of my personal belongings (I actually suspect the percentage might be higher) are books, so there's already quite a few massive boxes marked.. funnily enough .. "books".
We went over to sign the lease today and checked out the available spaces for Things which Must Fit. I have a few very large bookcases that are always difficult to place and with (well over) 3,000 books, these shelves are a main priority (the TV just gets slotted somewhere in between them, if we happen to have room)...
We also did the "who gets what room" thing today. My room is green. Very, very... green. And on one wall there's a mural of --- fish
--- made out of many gaily coloured stickers. Daughter thinks this both fortuitous and hilarious. I, however, think I will be investing in a bottle of solvent and some paint swatches, pronto.
This house is (to say the least) not fancy at all, and in (many) places in need of a fresh paint (we do have permission to paint whatever colours we'd like) -- and the former tenants clearly did not take very good care of it at all.
Poor old house. It has a nice feel to it, though, and I am sure that between Daughter, Irish and I we'll make it a lovely home in no time.
Daughter's room is TINY (and currently an eyeball-searing shade of aqua) - but then - she also has the Shed.
Now, this Shed isn't just any old backyard storage facility. It's an Awesome Shed, which has been converted to a teenage lair, probably by a pile of teenaged boys. It's very large and cosy, with a whole wall of lovely big windows and not-too-horrid carpet on the floor. Brilliant for Daughter & pals to hang out in after school, for sleepovers, general noisy activity, etc.
I really wanted the Shed for myself (FISHROOM KTHX), but it seems probable that we'll have to find a third paying housemate to enable us all to have a bit of extra cash, and so Daughter gets the tiny room-plus-Shed package and that means..... :( no fish room for Aus.
I DO have a wonderful inbuilt space for the strohi tank in my room, though, and the rest of the smaller tanks can be strewn here and there, living room, maybe one in the kitchen.... AND I have a lovely sun room by the back door! There's a power outlet there, and room for.... maybe.... some plant stands for sundews and other carnivores... a couple of little NPT's ... mayyyybe ... a pleco tank....
We popped past the pet supplies store to ogle the bettas and goldfish (Daughter is quite serious about owning two fancy goldfish soonish, and plans on saving her pennies and birthday monies for a 35 gallon tank and pair of Eheim canisters for them, in preparation) --- and there was this HUGE and rather depressed-looking common pleco in a long tank with some cichlids who'd mistaken him for a log.
He looked so terribly resigned
to a fate filled with a severe lack of things which might bring a pleco contentment: yummy driftwood to gnaw, space to really swim
, the absence of annoying little fish who like to use him as a sofa, etc. I felt awfully sorry for him.
So, of course, I found myself thinking: pleco tank.
We'll see. I may have not have the means of keeping any more tanks at all for quite some time, what with rent being what it is these days (a pox on you, former Prime Minister John Howard, and your stupidly-unfriendly-to-those-not-rolling-in-kickbacks 'economic growth'!) and this house in more than a little need of some TLC in the decorating department.
We've set aside time tomorrow for that that iconic Aussie occasion which most of us Antipodeans must deal with, at some point in our lives.
Yes, dear readers, on the morrow it is 'Facing Hordes of Large &/or Potentially Deadly Spiders Out In The Shed Day
', wherein Irish and I must don layers of protective clothing, arm ourselves with several cans of highly efficient bug spray, and get to sorting out all the stuff I have in storage out there before then imbibing a soothing gallon or two of Irish Cream in order to banish crawlies, heebie-jeebies and creeps alike from out our shattered psyches.
Oh, the joys of relocating.
JB, I am pretty sure that if the coffee gets left behind, you'll hear my reaction from across the Pacific.
I apologise in advance for any overy colourful words.