I’m sitting here in my box-filled loungeroom at home, waiting for the water to cool in the kettle for a hot water bottle.
A move is happening – 18 days to a new home. Initial excitement has given way to melancholy; I’ve lived in this lovely old thing for nearly 4 years; a tenth of my lifetime in these walls. Three cats, three housemates, good times and bad within this home in Fitzroy North.
I feel a bit like I’m losing an old friend; slowly slipping from my grasp. I blame rising rent and a lack of light, but really, is that enough to part ways? It has been the first stable home I’ve known in over 10 years of moving here-and-there. To put another slant on it, I feel like I’m losing my Tardis.
But the deed is done. I’ve handed in notice, am packing boxes, signed a lease on a new light-filled-lower-rent home in Thornbury and it’s just a waiting and packing game now.
Feeling into the sadness, I find emotions aplenty; regret, loss to name but two. Will the soul of this lovely home miss me I wonder?