A long and, at times, painful process made easier by a wonderful mother and mother-in-law who both flew over to Sydney on separate occasions to look after Niko while we madly piled things in boxes.
And when I say "we", I only mean "we" when Chris was there.
The rest of the time it was "I" because Chris needed to earn lots of money to pay the moving guys.
But before we started packing up the house, I took photos.
I loved that house and I wanted to remember it the way we had it.
My lovely friend has moved in there now, and I know she loves it too.
But here, for prosperity, is My Old House.
And I can't wait to move into my new house and start making it all lovely and mine.
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