We had a significant parental moment here over the weekend. Our daughter moved out into her first sharehouse. It wasn't the big shock to the system that it could have been because she'd been staying over at her boyfriend's place a fair bit the last year. But it still felt significant.
I helped her take a load of stuff over to the new digs.
(Actual digs may differ)
That was weird, lemme tell you. It's been a while since I had to do a sharehouse move. But it all came rushing back. The first thing I thought? When she moves into her second sharehouse, she won't be dragging this massive caravan of crap around with her. I remember getting my possessions down to one bag of clothes and whatever computer I was working on at the time.
I dunno, though. Maybe it will be different for her. It's a house full of girls she's moved into. You could tell by the way, there weren't 500 cans of beer and a disarticulated pig's carcass in the living room.
It's a big adventure for all of them, but it definitely feels like something coming to an end for us.
Likely it will be different for her.... likely better.... one generation plants the tree and the next gets the shade. But damn if this new bunch doesn’t like complaining about how the tree was planted
Don't let her read that sharehouse nightmare book by that Brisbane bloke, John SomethingorOther. I gave it to my son to read and he still hasn't left!!! I've hidden from Son No.2 and the daughter as I want them out ASAP.
Likely it will be different for her.... likely better.... one generation plants the tree and the next gets the shade. But damn if this new bunch doesn’t like complaining about how the tree was planted
I think I'm gonna steal this, Bill.
I’d be honored.
I assume that you've been emphasising to her that your 'Felafel' works are purely fictional with no basis in reality.
It'd be really funny in the next house if she shares with an offspring of one of your ex housemates.
In Brisbane that is almost guaranteed to happen.
This might narrow the field of suspects down in the War at the very least.
Are the water bottles still in the sink?
No. They are in the fridge. Where I put them after filling them.
You... you CAVED?? John.... 😱
I did not. My wife decided this war was not worth fighting.
Have you considered if she is the guilty party?
So she'd rather move out than fill the water bottles ... or have you now narrowed your options as to the culprit?
The net tightens.
Don't let her read that sharehouse nightmare book by that Brisbane bloke, John SomethingorOther. I gave it to my son to read and he still hasn't left!!! I've hidden from Son No.2 and the daughter as I want them out ASAP.