Are we mad?

Are we? I have no idea, but here goes.x

For the last twelve months we have been talking about this dream of moving to rural North Christchurch. We have been watching the real estate sites like daily news and investing in little yellow 'retirement tickets' in the hope of making the dream come true. We have hummed and haaa'd about selling up and moving down, or keeping our house as a rental property. I have been researching schools, pre schools, gymnastic and a collection of other things in our new area in preparation. 

But now it is time. . . . . 

We are off in as little as five weeks. The house is on the market. The boxes are being packed (sort of) and we are 'booked in' at Hotel Mum & Dad for the first while. 

The listing for our house, our little corner of the world. I will miss you house.

It has been (and still is) a hard experience for Ace, he's only two and a half and has no idea that we will not be coming back. He is still sure that he is going on holiday to Gran and Grandpas house.  Although he does understand that someone else will buy our house. 

This is my Monkey Ace, having his snack bar in the Auckland sun.

I am exhausted from all the preparation, the ongoing housekeeping and the constant thought of packing. I am sure that once we do get to Mum & Dads I will sleep for a week straight. 

The hubby continues to work right up until our move day and will start his new job in the city the following week after we arrive. He is good at this keeping the house clean and keeping the chocolate well stocked. 

Everyday we are faced with so many questions, both from people around us and those in our own heads. Hopefully this blog will help with some of those questions and will help us to bring our thoughts and dreams to life. 

Stay tuned folks it is going to be a bumpy ride.