It’s been a long time.
Actually, it's very long time.
I last made an entry on this little bijou blog back in June of last year. Since that time so much has happened that I have had little or no time to even think about my blog, let alone write something in it.
This is what happened:
We returned to Melbourne to spend time with AGA’s father who was slowing dying of the cancer ravaging his body. We went to see him in the hospital almost every day and we were able to play our part in taking care of him and his needs in those final days. We then attended the funeral of the father of a dear friend, which took place in Country Victoria, and upon on return AGA’s own father died. The death of a parent brings with it a lot of responsibilities and AGA and his siblings (with us spouses as support) had a very difficult couple of weeks sorting things out.
Then it seemed that one minute we were at the funeral and the next we were on a 'plane and returning to Germany.
Once back in Kaiserswerth we had to prepare for our permanent move back to Melbourne. There were forms to complete, the moving of our possessions to organise, the gradual withdrawal from all those things that we normally did, and all this while attending to our usual duties!
We employed a company in England to move 'us' to Australia because our German is not expert and we wanted to be certain that we would understand all that was taking place.
We had a lot to move.
When I write ‘a lot’ I really do mean it. A 40 foot high cube shipping container – the biggest there is for domestic use – was required. We had to prepare the inventory as well as working out what was going to go and what was not.
This photo was taken in the midst of trying to get everything in to a couple of rooms for ease of sorting out what stays and what goes with us to Melbourne. All of this was going...
Seven chandeliers, thirty odd clocks of different shapes and sizes, chairs, cooking equipment, the croquet set, copious cushions, lamps, chairs, tables, and I-don't-know-how-many-books to name but a few: it all adds up! And then we had to organise a storage facility for when it arrived in Melbourne.
In the midst of this we were able to travel to Stockholm for a week's holiday as well as a weekend in Paris and another in London to catch up with friends. They provided small windows of sanity in our suddenly frenetic lifestyle.
And of course there were various hiccups along the way.
The moving day arrived and there were hold ups because the moving men were stopped at the port of Calais due to a spot strike by dock workers.
The upset and upheaval of seeing one's possessions being wrapped up and sent over the balcony (via a conveyer belt) to the van that would wind its way through the streets of the village to where the moving van was parked was somewhat distressing.
I didn't like returning home to see this. . .
The moving men were rather young (the ‘boss’ was twenty-one) but they were extremely helpful and understanding. We felt most confident in them but once everything was gone it all seemed rather forlorn.
The once beautiful apartment was but an empty shell with mattresses on the floor for sleeping, some old bits of Ikea furniture that were not going with us, together with a ancient garden setting that was to serve as our table and chairs. We felt like Romanoff princes deprived of everything after the revolution!
Our apartment was somewhat empty after the moving men had cleared it all out.
In Germany it is the renter’s responsibility to have the apartment painted to the satisfaction of the landlord, prior to leaving. Failure to do so will mean that the bond money one put down will not be returned. So we had that to organise as well. Luckily a very nice chap from the school was able to be employed to attend to it.
The apartment was not the same any more. All of our 'stuff' was gone and the rooms echoed. I was not even sure that Fritz, our name for the ghost that lives in the building was even bothering to visit. I don’t think that he would have liked it. AGA said that perhaps he had decided to go with the furniture. If he did then he is in for a shock as he spends a few weeks on the ocean waves.
And, as I said previously, while all this was happening we had our day-to-day work to attend to. I found the emotional aspect of saying goodbye to the school children extremely draining. It was very hard going I can tell you.
So there we were in an empty apartment.
No beautiful things.
It was all somewhat depressing.
Having attended Midnight Mass at St Swidbertus for the last time, we spent Christmas Day in the apartment, and had a simple meal to celebrate; inviting our good friend Susan B to dine with us. It was awkward with no good cooking pots and only garden furniture to sit at but we managed to create some semblance of a festive repast and Susan is always good company.
It was cold!
And then it was time for the hand over.
It felt strange to walk away from the apartment we had lived in for over seven years, knowing that we would never return to it. We had enjoyed our time there and while we were ready to begin our new adventure, we could not help but be a little sad.
We spent the last week of our time in Germany staying at the apartment of friends who had gone to London for the hols, and had kindly said that we could stay there rather than in our own, empty apartment.
Once again we had a proper bed to sleep in rather than sleeping on the floor. AGA was particularly pleased because the moving men had accidentally packed his pillow and he had been using old, rolled up towels as a substitute.
On New Year’s Eve we boarded the plane at Dusseldorf airport and late on New Year’s Day, after a fairly uneventful flight, arrived in Melbourne to be greeted by my mother, sister, and niece. It was nice to be back amongst our families once more.
Of course the arrival was followed by the inevitable bout of jetlag and I find as I get older that it takes longer to get over. Someone told me that one should allow a day's recovery for every hour one flies but that would be twenty-one days! I am pleased to say that that was not the case although it did take about ten before we were sleeping normally once more.
Another shock was the weather. We lunched with a friend on the day before we flew out and experienced a high of -2c. Two days after arriving in Melbourne, the weather soared to 40 degrees C. Needless to say we were rather worn out. However since that day the temperature has sat mainly in the twenties, which has been much better – with the occasional early to mid 30s thrown in for good measure but then it is summer so one should expect it.
So there we were in Melbourne and feeling rather happy when a calamity occurred. We had just sat down at table for lunch when a cracking sound was heard coming from the ceiling. Next thing we knew we were busy propping the structure up as for some reason it chose that moment to come away from the building structure. Luckily plasterers and electricians were on hand and after a week all was back to normal.
But not before some rather unwanted dramatic moments. The following photos show the scene prior to the arrival of the workmen (with a pensive mother in the background). The second one is in the midst of the work when it looked as though a bomb had hit the room. The final photograph shows the room back to normal and looking as if nothing had ever happened:
And so my friends, what with one thing and another I am only now returning to the calm and tranquility of my blog.
Here at the edge of the Yarra Valley, the garden is looking lovely:
We are experiencing the delights of summer in Melbourne:
We bought a small barbecue until we get a brick one constructed.
And all would appear to be right with the world once more.
I do hope that you will forgive my absence (given the circumstances). We are motoring over to the country town of Daylesford this weekend and I shall take some photos to share with you while I am there.
I also hope that you enjoyed this post!