Diary of being a writer; Week 222.

Or rather I am very busy getting ready to move house instead.

I feel like I should call this Diary of a House Hunter this week because that is what I have been doing. Looking for a new home and getting the current one presentable to sell. There has been no time for writing. There is too much work to do, including work. I know it isn’t good for me not to write. I know how much happier and healthier mentally I am when I write, but we are moving to the country so that there will be a little more room, a little more privacy. My hope is that my work office/ writing space won’t be in earshot of every single conversation and YouTube video being played. I mean, I get that Mr Beast is fun, but not while you are trying to work or write or meditate. And why hours of it? Why do kids watch the same thing for hours? There are other content creators out there, right?

Two weeks ago, we decided we wanted to move to Gawler, a small town here in South Australia. The historic buildings are beautiful. Its proximity to the glorious wine region of the Barossa is lovely. The train to Adelaide for the commute for my partner and the kids is reasonably fast.

So, explain to me why we painted all our rooms amazing vibrant colours? Because now I am having to paint over them all. The glorious pond? Well, that needs to be covered. The whimsical garden with no lawn…