Moving 2
21 Jan, 2015 | What's happening in my writing life
I’m afraid I don’t have the energy to write long posts at the moment. I’d forgotten how exhausting moving house is, on every level, but particularly emotionally and physically.
This morning I watched a truck lift the giant skip out of our driveway filled with discarded pieces of our lives, almost 30 years in this area, the truck straining with the load as it gulped up our steep hill.
From now on I plan to spring clean as my great grandmother used to do, every November and declutter.
Here are some more memories we are finding . . .
I wrote my very first picture book about this yellow truck (unpublished)
Precious artwork from long ago
A special holiday – Marylands Marysville – no longer
The full skip
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