I moved from London to Melbourne – with two suitcases. I’d like to think it was because I was brave. Or because I’m firmly rooted in the yogic practice of not being attached to worldly belongings. Or because I’m that flexible. But none of this is true.
My partner and I couldn’t pay for the shipping of all our things. And we also didn’t feel it was justified to pay a few hundred dollars to ship an Ikea sofa worth one hundred pounds to the other side of the world. And admittedly, we did have a few glasses of wine when we decided to “just throw some items in our suitcases, and go!” Red wine makes brave and adventurous. Until the next morning.
Now we’re about to move again, albeit only to another Australian state. But after…
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