After approximately 1.5 years in Australia, the brown cardboard boxes have yet again re-emerged. What "joy". As if we haven't done enough packing to last us a lifetime...but apprently not. So its that time where the boxes have to be assembled, all our itty-bitty things have to be wrapped up in newspapers and safely tucked away, we'll probably catch colds from all the dust which has collected over the past year. God knows how many "hidden treasures" i'm gonna find buried under all my stuff, and i'm not particularly sure that i WANT to find out, but oh well...it's inevitable i guess.

Just as they always say, " Failure is a stepping stone to success", i am determined to see this as a step to something better. Goodbye to the cramped living conditions, the multitude of noise, the thin walls which really do have ears, since you can hear EVERYTHING from the next room, or even the room all the way at the other end of the house. Granted it's not that big, but hey, it's just a rented house...so i'll survive for the next 1.5 months till we move into our new house...can't wait!

Those of you who have been periodically talking to me, would have heard ALL about my new house...seeing that i cant stop talkin about it, partially because I NEED my own room again, and partially because it's gonna be so DAMN BEAUTIFUL! I mean, come on, a view of the gorgeous mountains from your bedroom window, a gazebo in your backyard, 20 rooms, 10 bathrooms...annd as an added bonus, you even get to see some cows on and off. [Not that thats very much of a draw. I dont even know why i meantioned it....i'm weird, watever.]

So, 2 months and counting....time seems endless now, but it had to get there eventually. right?