If you are someone who has moved house recently, you'll know that the older you get, the harder it is. Far from a time of throwing a mattress on the roof of the car and heading off into the unknown, the known feeling of exhaustion hitting after only booking the removalist is enough to make anyone nail their bed to the floor. We've done it a few times. The moving bit. We've loaded containers, sent them across the Bass Strait and back again six years later. The cat's been on a ferry and an airplane, and now has high levels of anxiety triggered by the sight of cardboard boxes. Over the years we've made several attempts to downsize but generally just bought smaller houses with a bigger garage. We've moved states and changed address so many times my lost mail is not so much in a dead letter office as more a, she can't make up her mind where to live office. But now we're here. In the leafy south of Canberra. Family and a beautiful grandson sent us up the Hume for the last time and here we shall stay. For now.

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