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Doomsday: Move out Day

I really didn’t know all that I was in for. How huge and highly stressful it would be. Our last day in our house!

The sunrise on our last morning in the house

We still had so much stuff that we put on a FREE garage sale… in the middle of lockdown.

Toys, furniture, boys’ clothes, artworks, all our kitchen stuff we gave away for free.

It was hard seeing all our possessions being taken away. Our home we spent 4 years in building our lives and raising our boys was amounted to this. Essentially nothing.

We still hadn’t packed the ute or the trailer and by mid afternoon all I wanted to do was crawl up into a ball and sleep. But there was no time for that. Still too much to do. To pack. To clean. To organise. We even still had our cat Nylah to rehome.

We wanted to get out to the farm and set up the tent in daylight.

By late afternoon – with limited daylight hours left – the ute, trailer, and car were packed to the brim with all the necessary (and somewhat unnecessary) things for our first trip out.

We got to Stephen’s farm on sunset (nearly 50 mins away from our house) and checked out the flattest bit of land by the creek.

Our new home.

It felt surreal – beautiful location, beautiful sunset, so grateful for somewhere to park and live and yet it really was just an open paddock.


Single bed and all! We still owned too much

The grass long even though just slashed, the ground level but uneven.

Now the task remained to set up the tent (we had 2 practice runs, but we were definitely not pros!) unload everything from the ute and go back for the next load of stuff!

We stopped at Domino’s on the way back. Pizza on the way home with the plan for the boys to sleep in the lounge room while Simon and I packed. It was already 8:30pm when we got pizza, so 9:30 by the time we got back.


It was overwhelming. We were all exhausted – but the boys didn’t want to sleep. They wanted to fight and argue and get out of bed to “help”.

We gave in and let them even though everything would take longer.

What was left was all the things we didn’t need for our travels, that wouldn’t fit in the bin, and hadn’t been taken for free.

No op shops or donations bins were open – lockdown.

No one was “allowed” to come and help us, and it really did feel so isolating. It was the hardest day of the whole year.

We packed it all up into the ute and kept on packing – all could be dealt with later. Even Colton’s single bed and mattress came with us on the roof. (He eventually went to sleep on it, cold and tired… no sheets or blankets in the middle of winter).


The notice stated we had to be out by midnight, but it was still after 1:30am before we left (granted Simon and I both had about half an hour hot showers each before leaving… it would be our last one for a while). We made the long trip back to our new home in the paddock.

That night the boys slept on foam mattresses on the floor, cuddled up next to each other under the one blanket and slept in until the sun rose that morning… only getting about 5 hours of sleep.

First official night in the tent, after such a long day

It felt like a new day and the new adventure had officially begun!