We drive two hours north and arrive at our new house at the same time as Billy the real estate agent. You shyly say hello, we inspect the property, receive the keys and then get started on a quick clean while Daddy unloads equipment into the shed.
Carmen mops the floors while I clean spider webs and window frames. There isn't much to do as the lovely vendors have already cleaned. They have also charmingly left us a welcome note and freshly cut flowers and home made jam.
You insist on helping, claiming the mop and pushing it around with great gusto. Then you focus your cleaning attentions on me and I ask you to wipe down the door to your new bedroom. Earnestly wiping and swiping, you stop only briefly to instruct me that when the door is closed we will not be allowed to come in as you will be sleeping.
Your bed is yet to arrive. In fact it will be two days before we strip the sheets and load the frame and mattress onto the back of the moving van. But you are already planning the rainbow curtains and I'm pleased that you are happy to be moving. In fact, you insist that we stay at the new house all day but it cannot be.
We pack up the cleaning supplies, enjoy a quick picnic lunch under the warm winter sun and then head back to Brisbane for your last swimming lesson with Anne. As we drive the two hours south we receive news that the settlement has taken place and we are now the proud owners of rural acreage and a blue and white Queenslander perched on a hill. You are sleeping in the back seat, but Daddy is very emotional and we hold hands as I drive, breathing in as the news reaches my heart and I know life is about to change for us all.
The Pocket adventure has started.
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