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For the
first week we lived at Maciek’s parent’s house.
Luckily they were away in Bali. I
say luckily due to the fact that we had suitcases and stuff strewn all over the
place, and we couldn’t pack anything away.
When they returned after a week expecting us to be moved back in to our
own place, it only took a couple of days for Babcia to start tearing her hair
out. There had been problems with the
tenants, and a delay for our house to be returned to us. Finally we got the keys and were shocked and
disappointed to walk into a smelly grimy mess.
Our move in date was further delayed by another week as we hired a
professional cleaner, replaced carpets and painted walls. Eventually if felt fresh enough and we moved
back in on the weekend just before Amelia was due to start school.
We thought
she’d jump at the chance to attend an English speaking school and lap up all
the conversation with new friends that she could after the troubles in Austria,
but her poor teacher was met with a crazy child screaming out for me (as I
walked away with tears in my eyes), and octopus arms and legs gripping the door
frame to the classroom! Definitely
unexpected. But after a few days she was
much more settled. I decided to keep
Noah at home with me as I’d not spent much one on one time with him during his
short little life! It proved to be a
very long 10 weeks. He was bored to high
heaven!
After
fourteen days back in Australia, seven of those taken up conquering the effects
of jet lag, and the next seven re-decorating and sorting out paper work, Maciek
got stuck straight back in at work, buying a van and organizing all his tools
the day before he started. Talk about
exhausting. But at least the house smelt
nice!
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