How beautiful the Summer can be here, or so the song (Hoe schoon de zomer hier kan zijn) goes. Summer can indeed be pleasant here: skies can be bright blue and cloudless, a gentle and fresh breeze can blow and the sun can wrap us in an warm embrace.
Summer holidays are over for us. We have spent two weeks busy at home sorting old and small kid's clothes, old papers, cleaning rusty gardening tools, pickling, waxing, painting wood furniture, covering chairs with new fabric, repainting an old rusty drier – some elbow grease used ;-) but rather a bit of work than contributing to dirty up the environment. Sorting old papers was sometimes almost like a revelation, opening a magic box and recollecting past remembrances of your life in front of you. Curious how past life can sometimes look like another completely different life. We must be getting old...
Meanwhile, Oma (Grandma) stayed with us for a few days and we took the opportunity to visit a house where she lived with her family when she was young during World War II. She was happy to see that house again. Guy took a photo of the house and it is published below.
We have received an offer from two movers. We know we will need a 40ft container to take all our possessions down under. For the rest, we are both not sleeping well: it must certainly be some sort of anticipation and anxiety at what is about to come or our future Down Under.
