We bought a house. Our offer's been accepted, finance is in the process and I got a month of leave coming up.
The house is a little weird, a little old and much closer to work and services. I won't be on a hill outside a city any more.
There's a park out the back with a creek running through it, the Derwent just over the road and an overgrown terraced garden I want to see even more filled with green.
I cried when we got the acceptance of the contract. I'll cry when we leave this place. I'll miss the wallabies and the parrots and the possums and the wombats, but I'm so tired. I've been tired for ten years.