Our life here is now mostly packed away in boxes. And while I am loving the simplicity of it all, I know that we will need somewhere to unpack it all when moving day has come and gone. I have been haunting the op shops and secondhand furniture stores, the auction house and garage sales. I have found nothing worth taking home.
We need wardrobes and cupboards, for our new weatherboard cottage is somewhat lacking when it comes to storage. We also need tables - to write and draw at and also to eat from. The veneer is lifting from our old dining table after many years of soggy weetbix encrusting its corners, and I am looking forward to not having to battle bowls of cereal and craft supplies every time I try to sit down to write (in a room of my own at last!).
Funnily enough, we have found most of what we are looking for in Grandma's shed. And it is so nice to know the history of the pieces we will be taking home. The old green wardrobe from Grant's childhood bedroom, which his Dad fitted with shelves for his mechanic workshop, will now hold our craft supplies. The rickety old linoleum covered garden table will be a place to paint and drink tea on our verandah. And the old wooden tray which was used to hold crates of apples harvested from our boys' great grandad's orchard will become our new dining table. Lewis and Darcy spent some time climbing around on it today, as their Grandad would have done when he was a boy. It will be cut to size once we are all moved in and know the dimensions of our new dining space, and assembled back home in our shed. And then those memories of days gone by shall be our companions at every meal.