Seven weeks to go…

…and we still haven’t got our work permits.

I’m refusing to stress about it though. I’ll leave that to Glen. We still have a little while to go before we need to be really concerned that they haven’t arrived. It seems putting the applications in five months early didn’t do us much good (especially when they forget to send the letter requesting more documentation). The frustrating thing about the process is you can’t talk to anyone. You can barely even get a response by email. If you ever want to know how truly insignificant you are, put in a work permit/visa application. They just don’t care.

The house is slowly being emptied. Some furniture has gone, bits and pieces are being sold on Facebook, pot plants have been collected and many, many boxes have been moved from one house to another.

There is still a lot to do.

But that’s all part of the fun and each piece of unwanted clothing or each board game that makes its way out the front door (who knew they had legs?) is one more step closer to a stress-free departure. It’s amazing how few clothes you actually want when it comes down to the crunch. There’s a giant bag full of clothes to give away now. Soon the house will be empty and we can begin cleaning it and patching up what needs doing before we get some tenants. Glen and his mum have already done a good job with painting things outside.

The decision of what to do with Smudge has been made and sadly we are leaving her behind. It really was a hard decision to make, especially when she cuddles up to you on the couch in the evenings. But we’ve found a nice woman who will take care of her for two years. We’ll hand her over in mid-May (when we plan to move out) and that gives a month for her to endear herself (hopefully) to her foster mum before we leave. We’ll also be going over to give her cuddles and pats to ease the transition.

I have five weeks left at work, which is not very long. There’s still plenty to do. Going to be hard leaving there after nearly eight years.

That’s really all there is for the moment. It’s getting scarily real.

Oh, and no definite accommodation for when we land. Need to sort that out soon.

What do you say, eh?

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