The end of lifeonarug.

I LEAVE TAYMOUNT

This is a sudden goodbye to Taymount and life on a rug. Like many things in life, the decision to leave came suddenly and although I came up with lots of reasons, the why is still the same mystery it always is.

I like to put it down to watching the re-runs of Billy Connolly's tour of Australia, four episodes back to back. I thought it all looked pretty good and more to the point pretty WARM. With the wonders of internet and telephone I was able to book and pay for a ticket first thing the next day. I leave in a week.

The agent is looking for a tenant now I have proved it is possible to live in the small space. Right now I am spending the last week in London housesitting for old friends while they are in Canada. I have yet to clear my things from the flat, but this will happen next week.

I will be back in London in mid May, hopefully heading for the South of France to enjoy some good weather down there for a while.

Meanwhile it is back to Melbourne, and back to facing up to the huge amount of 'stuff' that is still waiting for me. The cupboards and bags and bags of packed Poole china has to be found a future, alongside the huge collection of hand thrown Australian potter, plus the remnants of the rugs I imported (lots), plus the family history material that I dropped into a very large stripey bag, plus the archives from my thesis that are such an embarrassing mess I need to sort it out before donating it to the National Library of Australia. Have I menetioned all the art that has to be framed and hung? I nearly forgot those 8 thousand second hand books. I am just going to take it small step by small step!!

The terrible threats made for a very bad bushfire season did not eventuate thank goodness. It was part of the reason for putting so much distance between myself and my home. The experience we all lived through in early 2009 was hard, and somewhat confusing when you saw the awfulness of the fire, and the death of people we all knew, and the loss of homes and properties. It was confusing because we felt we should feel grateful we survived with everything intact, but in fact felt traumatised just the same.

It has been fun living in my tiny studio flat. It has been good for me to be still and quiet and not doing too much. I hope I am calmer, and more able to deal with the future and what ever it brings.

To everyone out there......let's all live each day with something to celebrate.