Tomorrow is the start ..

So tomorrow is D-day, the kids and i will wake up in Vic tomorrow, and lay our heads to rest in our new house, in our new state, for the first night of our new chapter together. Gregg left on Sunday morning and it feels like he's been away for weeks, it will be nice to be all together again.

Since the house sold, I feel like everything has happened at 100 miles an hour .. Yesterday the truck came and collected all the furniture, that was a suprisingly SAD 4 hours of watching my house be emptied. I found it hard being all alone in the empty house with no Gregg and no kids, it would have been nice to have all been together for that, but shit happens and im being a sook!!! On the brighter side of things .. The removalist man .. He is a cracker!! Let me introduce you to Bob! The minute i met him i liked him, i just didn't know if he could safely deliver our furniture! For starters, he is less than half the price of everyone else .. Why, i hear you ask? Im hoping to not find out!!! BUT, this was the one decision which was left in my husbands (hopefully) capable hands!

Throughout the period of booking with Bob he has made a few worrying statements/comments such as :

"hey, whos this"

"sorry mate, i forgot all about you"

"yeah it should all fit in the truck mate. If it fits, it fits. Tell your missus not to stress"

And more recently, DURING the packing of the truck :

*snap* .. "oops. Im going home. Sharon, sorry love, i broke this"

"shit, thats us done, your gunna have to crocodile strap the rest to the car"

"yeah, im going to NSW, right"

"shouldnt be telling you this but i nearly blew the truck up last week"

And my personal favorite, this one was just the icing on the cake .. I had an unexplainable amount of relief when everything was secured into the truck, every last box was in there , nothing was left behind!! I confirmed the address with him, ensuring we were heading to the same state!!!! Then i watched him pull out (and picked up the tree branches he kindly trimmed with the wall of his truckupon reversing).. I locked up the empty house and headed back to my dads house to pick up the kids and meet a friend for lunch .. Im 2 streets down the road wearing my relieved smile and enjoying being able to move my shoulders with the huge weight lifted from them and what do you know?!?! Of course i see my very truck, with all my furniture and my trusty mate bob, pulled over to the side with the hazard lights on ... Out comes Bobs little arm, waving me through as if to say "nothing to see here love, carry on" .. And i do just that!! I mean.. He was probably making a phone call, trucks dont have 'phone call lights' so surely hazard lights were the next best thing .. Its not like he would have been having an actual hazard .. Not my mate Bob!!!

P.S if anyone finds my relief, please mail it back to me!