~ August 18, 2002 ~
Our life in boxes.
Feeling very strange. Emotional. Grace Brothers came yesterday to pack up the stuff we are sending over with us. It will stay here in Australia for a month then be shipped to the UK to be ready and waiting for us in London. Today we moved the rest of our stuff out in a big Budget truck to store at my sister’s place. My dad and brother helped. Now there’s just boxes and little piles of the kind of dust and fluff that accumulates behind the fridge and washing machine. It brings to mind a scene from an old spaghetti western with boxes instead of rocks and swirling piles of fridge-fluff tumbleweeds. Tricky just needs to play her jangly guitar and we’ll be in a Clint Eastwood movie