We’ve been out of internet communication since we moved six houses up the street on August 19. Back in April we began looking around for a different house to rent after spending 8 out of 12 months of tenancy with a roof that leaked and water dripping down a few walls and ceiling which was really the icing on the cake after dealing with a rather stingy landlord. What we moved to was like a well kept secret at the end of our alley. A retired couple, who wanted to travel and live abroad while still in good health, has rented us their fantastic house. 
It’s like being in a vacation house with a beautiful English garden (yard with loads of flowers and fruit and vegetable gardens) The difference is we are in someone’s home rather than rental property. They left us shelves of movies, appliances, nice furnishings, a gorgeous yard, kitchen and sunroom! What a privilege – and it’s all on the same busy street into town. At the turn of the century it was a farm house, then a girl’s boarding school, then a private home. Part of it has two other flats rented out and we occupy the main house. It’s set back way off the road which is why I said it’s a well kept secret – you’d never guess there was so much land back here behind all of the houses. 
When we moved from Augusta we shipped 2000 pounds of stuff and carried on 8 suitcases/duffle bags plus a cello and guitar. I ask how hard could that be to pack up and move a few houses away? Shouldn’t have been hard but somehow our stuff had multiplied – or so it seemed to me. Two American ladies, Marlene and
Lynn, Marlene’s son with dislocated shoulder, AC’s three friend’s Josh, Ben and Lucy and Julieanne’s friend, Charlotte joined us like ants as we moved stuff up the street. We would load the back of the car up, 
I would drive it up the alley while they walked, unload it in the new house and then start again…12 times. They were a great help. Don’t ever let someone tell you moving 5 people is no big deal.
The hardest part for me was dealing with the old landlord. She develops properties for a living and at the end of the day what matters to her is the bottom line financially which is her motivator for decision making. Well, I don’t operate that way and we had patiently put up with disrepair for far too long. It shouldn’t take 8 months to fix leaks in the roof but it all came down to money because no one wanted to be responsible. Anyway, she expected the house to be returned to her in ‘pristine’ condition in order to get our deposit back. You know our family, we live large and the house though extremely clean when we were done did not look pristine. We ended up shampooing carpets, painting the kitchen and stairwell, hiring people to clean the windows and tidy the garden. She got a house better than when we found it. She bickered over a bent curtain rod which Dennis had fidgeted with for a year after we had spend several hundred pounds adding shrubs, flowers, shelves, hooks, etc. I was quite upset to have been taken advantage of requiring many a Gospel conversation with myself to beat the vengeful thoughts I was having. Were it not for the Lord’s transforming work of grace in my life, I would be a major bitty no doubt.
So we are moved and enjoying it ever so much!
It’s like being in a vacation house with a beautiful English garden (yard with loads of flowers and fruit and vegetable gardens) The difference is we are in someone’s home rather than rental property. They left us shelves of movies, appliances, nice furnishings, a gorgeous yard, kitchen and sunroom! What a privilege – and it’s all on the same busy street into town. At the turn of the century it was a farm house, then a girl’s boarding school, then a private home. Part of it has two other flats rented out and we occupy the main house. It’s set back way off the road which is why I said it’s a well kept secret – you’d never guess there was so much land back here behind all of the houses. 
When we moved from Augusta we shipped 2000 pounds of stuff and carried on 8 suitcases/duffle bags plus a cello and guitar. I ask how hard could that be to pack up and move a few houses away? Shouldn’t have been hard but somehow our stuff had multiplied – or so it seemed to me. Two American ladies, Marlene and
Lynn, Marlene’s son with dislocated shoulder, AC’s three friend’s Josh, Ben and Lucy and Julieanne’s friend, Charlotte joined us like ants as we moved stuff up the street. We would load the back of the car up, 
I would drive it up the alley while they walked, unload it in the new house and then start again…12 times. They were a great help. Don’t ever let someone tell you moving 5 people is no big deal.
The hardest part for me was dealing with the old landlord. She develops properties for a living and at the end of the day what matters to her is the bottom line financially which is her motivator for decision making. Well, I don’t operate that way and we had patiently put up with disrepair for far too long. It shouldn’t take 8 months to fix leaks in the roof but it all came down to money because no one wanted to be responsible. Anyway, she expected the house to be returned to her in ‘pristine’ condition in order to get our deposit back. You know our family, we live large and the house though extremely clean when we were done did not look pristine. We ended up shampooing carpets, painting the kitchen and stairwell, hiring people to clean the windows and tidy the garden. She got a house better than when we found it. She bickered over a bent curtain rod which Dennis had fidgeted with for a year after we had spend several hundred pounds adding shrubs, flowers, shelves, hooks, etc. I was quite upset to have been taken advantage of requiring many a Gospel conversation with myself to beat the vengeful thoughts I was having. Were it not for the Lord’s transforming work of grace in my life, I would be a major bitty no doubt.So we are moved and enjoying it ever so much!
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yow! 12 loads! note to self: never complain about moving agian.
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