It’s a weird feeling, packing everything into boxes,
deciding what to keep and what to discard, winnowing away at all that life
detritus and accumulation.
I’m a terrible hoarder: in every corner of the house there
was something hidden or taped to a wall or safeguarded in a wooden box or a
glass jar. There was a piece of ivy growing in a green bottle on the
windowsill. Dried paper daisies that I’d collected on the walk back from
Nethercote waterfalls during the past summer in Eden. Buckets of urchins on the
front porch where my dog couldn’t get them. Polaroids, taken everywhere from
Iceland to Barcelona, from Brisbane to Las Vegas. A box of kangaroos jaw bones
I bought before Northern this year. Flowers pinned to the wall with electrical
tape next to my desk. Leatherworking tools from my dad. Books from my sister.
Invitations to weddings, funerals, engagements, christenings.
But I had to sort through it all, and make sure it fitted
into a smaller volume than previously. I hope I didn’t throw away anything I’m
going to miss.
All because we now live in a new house, in a new suburb, and
the vibe seems good. It’s spring, so everyone along the street has amazing
gardens, and our little lemon tree still had a couple of stragglers on board
when we arrived. There’s a tree on our neighbour’s place that hangs over the
fence and almost touches the ground, like a willow, making a little green room
at the back of the yard. The floor boards are all twisted and the walls are a
bit cracked, but there’s French doors and wooden window sills, and Humble can
stand on our bed and stick her head out the window to see who’s come in the
front gate. There’s a good Mexican place at the end of our street. Yesterday we
found a park with a creek and a dog park and a lookout and miles of native
bushland.
And last week I sat at the table on the back veranda and
painted and drank and listened to Talking Heads and Notorious BIG until it got
dark, and it all seemed really excellent. So I promise I’ll be back again soon,
making things and taking photos and chasing ideas around … because, yes, the
vibe seems good.
