August

August was an expensive month. Vaccinations @£300, new rucksac £120, Rentakil £200, car tax...., landlord innsurance.....and just living and going to work as per usual to top it all. Does it really cost this much just to be able to let go? We spent most of the weekends this month crawling around the loft poking wire wool in holes, digging up the drains and occassionaly sorting stuff out to go to friends. I definitely did not like the "disintergration" of my home. Don't think I'm a good mover. Greg is much more sorted on this. Big nods of thanks to our parents, Liz & Nick, Jan & Phil, Sharon and Bruce for storing our stuff. Super big thanks to our Hil who came over and helped out with the clear out and ticking me off as a hoarder! Loads of stuff to Oxfam and the tip resulted.
Best thing was meeting Isabella my new niece!

Reflective, rodents, harranged, homeless and anticipative

Yes I know, neither of us has written anything in this blog since it was set up. The reason was just down to being plain old busy carting everything out of the house, becoming parenoid re: field mice invasion (begining of August), moving out of Sherwell,in with our parents and vague attempts at trying to test the gear and our fittness (Greg is better at this bit than me - Liz).
July was quite a relective month really. I started rambling on at everybody about "how short life is, but please don't let this depress you"!I became quite an amateur philospher really talking about unleashing the shackles of modern materialsm in this post "never had it so good" society blah blah. Quite pretentious really but I do actually mean it. I guess the pretension is in the delivery . Anyhow, Rosie C thinks it will be the ultimate challenge not having hair straighteners and a selection of different outfits to choose from each day. (This is when I told her Greg was taking 3 undies, 1 T shirt, 1 long trousers etc and expected the same of me).I'm actually not too worried about this. For me it's a relative need. I don't mind being a bit smelly and grubby when everyone else is, but as soon as we step off the plane somewhere back in the developed world (eg Sydney)I'm going to feel like a right anorak and Greg will have to physically force me back when passing shops selling nice things!
Here's a nice poem written for me in The Egg Cafe.(20/7/10) It cost me a fiver, so it's not getting wasted!Grammar is dodgy and it's not quite rhyming couplets.

Change is Progress.
To embrace with purpose and place - judge upon your return each success - step out- lookin' - Time to begin -
Again - In one situation no longer remain - in yourself believe
The inner voice your choice- don't deceive
For a life well lived is a life well loved
Challenge yourself - a character of wealth
Be sensitive, yet strong -fof it's now time to right a wrong.
Tony Chestnut - The People's Poet of Liverpool

Blog vs Facebook

It's now the 1st September and tomorrow I hand over the keys to the estate agents. The month of August has been fraught, and although I do not believe in something else out there I really do feel "tested" in terms of my commitment to the big plan. One main problem was me. I obviously do not like moving out! Didn't like it years ago when I moved from my flat and don't like it now. I wish I could just go on our trip, lock th edoor when we leave and return a year later back to an intact house with the mortgage paid. But, alas, the reality is that we can't. Then, after living in the house for nine years