It’s really happening

Holy shit.

In 48 hours, I will be at my new home in Queensland.
This weekend has been wonderful but sad… it has been full of goodbyes, and only has more to come…

I am going to miss this place, nutcases and all.

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Milestone achieved! Timeline follows

I've submitted the final Major Revision of my thesis!

This week it's grammar and spelling.
8 days:I will have performed my final edits and submitted my thesis for good. The Last (Wednesday Night) Supper. We're going out somewhere (don't know where as yet).
9 days: Figuring out how the hell to pack everything into my suitcases.  I may need to get another one.
10 days: I'll be having my farewell thing, eating Mexican at the Prickly Cactus and drinking Fishbowl Margaritas.  This will be followed by heading over my beloved Northern Club and downing mystery shots, BHPs, and possibly some Absinthe.  Danielle is coming to that from Burnie! Woohoo!  None of my voxerhood are coming because they're slack (and because not one of them lives in Tasmania any more (oh, except Olivia, she's coming!))
11 days: Lunch with the family, officially for my sister's birthday, also officially the last time I'll see Mum, Dad, Rowan and Renata before I move.  TasUnity is throwing me a farewell dinner of their own.  They do such fantastic food!  I swear being a good cook is a prerequisite for being a TasUnity Host.
12 days: all my waverley possessions will either be at Lulworth (like the bed and alarm clock) or in my suitcase(s).  Staying with the lovely Glennys and Anne, who are taking me to the airport the next day.  Dinner at Susie's Hoong Fatt with the G&A, David and John, and Scott. Yay!
13 days: probably an early flight (Don flew out at 6:30am) and then I'll be in Tannum Sands.  OMFG I can't wait!  I miss Don so much!

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The Long Arm of the Lackwit

Well.   You're probably wondering why I've not posted here with jubilation and glee about getting the job.

We don't know.  It's a wonderful situation where QLD is trying to contact Don's current boss (Both companies are in the Rio Tinto group) who is apparently not answering his phone.  That's the delay, and that's why they haven't offered us the job.  They have told us, though, that there is a very high probability that we will be getting a job offer.

So… Excitement again!

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A View of the Room

As opposed to a Room with a View.

The bed I bought was picked up yesterday.  Don brought his ute, got me from uni, and we went to get the bed.
This is a ute we bought about a month ago, on Don's brother's recommendation, from a friend of his.  It didn't get us home the day we bought it.  Anyhoo, it was fixed ($2500 later) and we went to pick up the Bed from the Fantastic Furniture Warehouse.   Don's ute broke down again.  Same problem, only this time, he managed to make somethign go *clunk* and make noises when the car's being pushed.  This is NOT good, as far as I can tell.

Anyway, thanks to the members of the family we're still speaking to (ie everyone who isn't his brother) we were able to get the bed to my new Launceston place, and they've lent Don one of their cars for the duration of the repairs.

Bloody cars.

Anyway! the bed's there, and now I have pictures!

That is all.

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Room with a View

Well, Here are the photos that I've taken from the house I'm living in in town.

So this is from the kitchen.  That's the Laundry that you can see on the left.  The irony is that it would have the greatest view of the whole house and it's a LAUNDRY!

That's Newstead, and probably West Launceston that you can see.

The Porch is directly behind the toilet.  It seems that whoever designed the house didn't think about views when they built it.  The Bedrooms are closest to the street, and the views are almost all blocked by walls!

My housemate's kitten, "Kitty".  Isn't she cute?

The view from the kitchen at night.  Innit pretty?

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Moving!

Hey!

Well… a lot's happened in the last few days, and I'm not 100% sure where to begin.  Friday, I think.

on Friday night I suggested to Don that it might be worth asking my friend J whether he'd be interested in renting a room to us.  Don said that he wasn't interested in moving to town for just a room, but that it was worth me investigating as a weekday residence. (to cut down on the hour-long commute & save km on the car).  On Saturday, I called J and put the idea forward.  It was pretty weird.  Mainly because he'd been thinking about renting it out but had no idea about who he could rent it to.  So it was timing-weird, not people-weird.
We chatted for a bit about it, and then I asked The Question. 
"How much would you want?"
He said that he didn't know.  I toild him that he didn't have to tell me right away, and he should think about it.
Later I got an sms asking what I was wanting to pay for the room.  I told him, and he was happy with the price.  He suggested splitting it.  Which seemed fine to me.  Then I fire off the next big Question.
When?
he doesn't know.  when would I like to move in?
I tell him Monday, if he's OK with it.  He is.
I'm now living in town Mon-Fri.  Not having Don or Pico there sucks already though 😦
As a bonus, I never realised what a great view J's place had.  The kitchen basically looks out over the city.  I'll add some photos of the daytime view later.  I think part of the city was suffering from power failure, so I'll take some night photos tonight.

I'm excited!  It's great that I'll be living in town while The Posse (J & C) are both still there.  I mean, J has no intentions of moving anywhere anytime soon, but still.
Also, I bought a new bed (J's spare is a single, and it would be good for Husband to be able to stay if/when he wants to) and some bedisde drawers.  These will go into the new house when we buy it as spare-guest furniture (probably, depends on how much we like the bed.  It may graduate to Master Bedroom yet.

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