It’s been a day of hard physical labour for me as I spent a few hours helping Damo move some furniture into storage.
For me, that meant getting up earlier than I normally would on a Sunday, driving with him to The Shire (which is where he’s moving to after China, as it’s closer to his relocated workplace), and helping him pack a storage unit with a combination of his own and his late mother’s furniture.
For him it was far more difficult, as he’d had to come all the way from the Central Coast, and return there in a truck that had some issues.
And although it was a bit of hard work – my muscles feel fantastic – it was also actually kinda fun. And a nice reminder of the work my sister and brother-in-law have done for most of their adult life, running their own removalist business in Brisbane. I was surprised at how many tips about moving and packing furniture I must have picked up when I lived with them briefly.
Or maybe it’s just that I spent several years “on the road” pursuing my career and I’ve learned some of the removalist shortcuts through the “university of life”.
My first big moves were those annual pack-ups to and from university, as I packed up my on-site accommodation for the annual summer holidays.
And then it was from Brisbane to Bourke. And from then from Bourke to Renmark. And then from Renmark to Wagga Wagga. And then from Wagga Wagga to Sydney which is where I’ve been ever since. Sure, there have been a couple of side-trips such as the year in Perth, but I only ever took a suitcase full of material with me.
Along the way I’ve managed to accumulate a lot of “stuff”. In the grand scheme of things, I know most of it’s useless stuff that should just go to the dump in the event of my passing, or if I chose to go to live overseas for a while :)
In fact, there’s a lot of stuff that’s in the garage downstairs that I haven’t looked at for years. There’s a couple of tea-chests that remain unopened from that first trip from Brisbane to Bourke. I really should do something about it, shouldn’t I?