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A typical morning

We get up in the morning and slide off the bed … the foot end of the bed. In fact, each time you need the loo during the night you must remember to slide off the foot end. While the bed is long enough for my 6 ft hubby, when it’s extended (to get an extra 10 cm of comfort at night) it obliterates any space needed to get a leg around the side edge … the kitchen cupboard on my side, the dining seat on hubs’ side. 😄

So, sliding out of bed, you make your way to the bathroom, knocking your head on the overhead cupboard as you turn to sit on the loo. Then you knock your elbow on the benchtop, after stubbing your toe on the under-sink cupboard that juts out ever so slightly.

To wash your hands and face first thing in the morning you bend over the wash basin and invariably knock your forehead against the tap mechanism because it’s all black so you just don’t see it. You splash water on your face; it goes everywhere, including onto your cosy, warm, just-out-of-bed feet, because the wash basin is so miniscule. Irritated, you now have to dry arms, elbows, face, and feet.

Put the kettle on! Oh, wait … kettle is outside to make space inside. You grab a cover-up to step outside (most often a blanket … mornings can be chilly but it’s the easiest). Holding the blanket with one hand, you aim to fill the kettle with the other. (It takes practice.) Ugh … the outdoor kitchen was packed away for the night … it first has to be pulled out and the water tap put into position.  Kettle filled, you’re faced with early-morning-before-coffee decisions … either carry the sugar basin, coffee filter, coffee, milk etc. outside, or you bring the kettle indoors and make the coffee here. But hubs is still sleeping. Oh wait, washed cups are outside. Out you go with everything. You make several trips because you’re holding onto your cover-up. (Who gets dressed before coffee?) By this time the squeaky stair and door have hubs awake. He’s not a morning person. 😫 “What are you doing …?” he croaks in that morning voice.

The stair into the van is high because of the 17” wheels (“why do you have 17” wheels?”, you ask. Because, according to hubs, the van was supposed to match the height of the Ford Ranger which is now history 😞). Each time you go in and out it feels as if you’re climbing Mount Everest. We bought an external separate step to ease the effort on our somewhat ageing knees. So it’s two steps into the van, then two steps more inside the van. Early in the morning it’s fine … if your bones have recovered from the previous day’s activities and the joints all work. Let’s face it, 60+ years of age is not for namby-pambies. But by midday, you wait for your partner to go into the van and then ask them to get what you need. 🤭 It’s continually a “pass me the … while you’re there” or “since you’re in there, please grab the … for me”. 😂 Partner is immediately irritated because he/she now has an extra task which often involves looking for the item the other person needs.

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Back to breakfast … you’ve carried the eggs, oil, fry pan, bread for toast, butter, etc. outside to the outdoor kitchen. You light the gas only for the wind to blow it out. And you only notice 10 mins later when the water is still not boiling or the egg is not frying. The wind blows everything about or the flies insist on landing where they shouldn’t … usually on the same spot on your face or in the butter you opened to spread on a slice. Or, the sun is already stinging and the butter begins to melt. So, you pick everything up and climb Mount Everest for the 50^th time that morning to make brekkie inside after all. So what if the van smells like bacon and toast until lunchtime?

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Oops … can’t set the table, it’s full of stuff. So you pile deconstructed breakfast on the small space available on the countertop. Some items fall into the sink, a knife falls and lands butter side down on the rug 😒 (that’s how you know hubs has already had a sneaky slice) and the food on the counter mingles with last night’s unwashed dishes because the dishwashing liquid was outside, and nope! I’m not stepping out into the pitch dark ... it can wait till morning. Too many spiders abound after dark.  

The bed cover, throw, ornamental pillows, teddy, and more are piled on the table, along with yesterday’s clothing that is still good to go for one more day. (We wear our clothes until we can’t anymore – there’s not that much to choose from anymore, and besides, using water for washing must be planned well ahead.)  

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You need the table cleared. “Let’s make the bed darl”, you say. Because making the bed is easier if you are two. If you’re one, rest assured, you’re going to have your daily workout! You’ll also come away with a stubbed toe as you make your way around and around and up to the top on your hands and knees to tuck in the top end, after bumping your head on the overhead cupboard.

Aaah, the feeling when the bed is made up. 😍 At least the bedroom is tidy! 

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And the table is (sort of) clean.

Now to set that unstable table. “Take your hat off the table! And your belt too. Here’s that tool you were looking for.”  It all gets piled onto the bed! “Oh, please put the clean T-shirts on the bed, I’ll pack them away.” You pass it all on to the one closer to the bed because you can’t swap places … that has to be planned too. 😅

“Ah, can you get the dish rack out of the way so I can use the toaster?” (Dish rack goes to the bed.) The kitchen plank gets moved across the sink to make a workspace and finally, you can open the stovetop to make poached eggs. Gotta eat healthy, right?

Exhausted you want to sit down, but there’s no space on the bed, and moving in behind the (unstable) table to sit on the seat is a feat you only execute when you’re ready to sit and actually eat!

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Breakfast made, coffee made, all you need to do is settle next to each other on the seat … the potato and onion basket is moved from the seat to the bed too, to make space. Coffee is poured! The table gets moved out to allow me to slide into my spot (hubs is seated … waiting for those eggs!) I sit down, oh … the salt and pepper! He’s penned in, so up I get, with all the care in the world not to bump the table or else the coffee goes everywhere. Condiments deposited on the table, I gingerly slide back in keeping a beady eye on the coffee cups. Whew! Success, let’s tuck in.

It’s sourdough toast … hubs gets into it with meaning using his knife. Coffee goes everywhere! Sighing, I slide out again for a cloth to wipe up the mess … 🥴

One of our more successful attempts at breakfast inside.

This is by 8 in the morning … are you tired yet? Shall I continue? No, I thought not. Lol. Welcome to caravan life!

After two months full time in the van, bruises are still the norm. Stubbed toes are regular. Bumps on the head are taken as par for the course. 😅 And do you know what? We are loving this lifestyle.

The ‘Green’ loo

This is an ongoing experience … I’m waiting for the day when we forget to empty the ‘liquids’ bottle (as it is discreetly called in the manual) before bed and use it all night, only to find it overflowing in the morning. 😳😖 (Is it just us? We wake up every 2 – 3 hours to use the loo! 🙄😁) Once so far it has hit the brim … 🤦

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‍But it is sooo good to have your own toilet in the middle of the night, to not waste precious water in the tanks on a smelly cassette toilet system, and to not have to visit a dump point. “The liquids,” says the manual, “can be diluted and used to fertilise gardens and plants.” These two weeks that we have been parked under trees … suffice to say, we are hoping that we haven’t ‘fertilised’ the trees to death as it were. 😳😅 Either that or the grass is going to grow where it wouldn’t before. 😁 And no… there is no smell from the (compostable) “solids”. 😁

Lights on … windows and blinds shut tight!

Anyone who knows me, knows I need air. Preferable fresh air. Thankfully we have an AC because if we dared to open windows with lights on in the van after dark, we would be inundated. Bugs seem to be able to come in somewhere. The white strip lights above the counters are our favourite to use. We saw someone’s tip to tape yellow tradesman’s tape over the strip lights. The bugs weren’t put off. We put a second layer over and that seemed to slow their appearance. It’s also softer on the eye. 😆

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It’s a sticky business…

To make the van homely, we have put up posters, pictures and wot-nots. But we have had to constantly re-apply stickers, as one after the other they fall off. Seemingly, nothing is prepared to stay put against these composite walls. Once, losing my temper, I decided to take the Gorilla glue and use that. AJ was teaching. It wouldn’t come out of the nozzle, so I screwed the top off and got into it with a toothpick

“Aaaaargh … AJ! Help!”

He jumps up, students are left hanging. He gets to me in the bathroom, where my fingers are firmly glued together! And he bursts out laughing. 🙄 I’m crying out in fear as I have visions of skin giving way. 😱

“What did you think?” he says. “It’s Gorilla glue!” (Said students hear all! 🥴)

I now know what Gorilla glue is. It took 3 days to remove from my fingers. Moral of the story, don’t lose your temper with objects … it ain’t worth it! You’ll come second. (I could hear the students’ laughter through AJ’s earphones as he related the story with glee. 😤😅)

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Hanging something from the ceiling is especially a challenge – the macramé plant holder has landed on the floor 5 times. Once in the dead of night. At the time, half asleep, we didn’t manage to put two and two together, so there went hubs, torch in hand, around the van in the middle of the night. Finding nothing amiss, he was snoring again in two minutes. Not me! I was wide-eyed for the next hour listening for suspects until sleep took over. The next morning, we saw the macramé and plant lying on the floor at the foot end of the bed.

Pretty things = more work

Who says you can’t be surrounded by pretty things because you live in a van? You sure can have pretty décor. But pretty things can’t all be stuck down to secure them for travel days, so they need to be packed up before the van can be towed. It’s so nice to look at special shells and little pot plants. A flower here and a tea towel there. 

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Everything we have as decoration in the van has a special memory attached to a special person or of a place or moment in time. 

From a magnet to a picture, a shell to a photograph. 

A magnet to recall my fav spot in Qatar
when I worked at the museum library.

This is how we have managed to incorporate those near and dear to us, of whom many are so far from us. 😔 To maintain this I’ve had to make sure when packing up the van for travel days, that the special things have their safe spot. “Where?” you ask. “On the bed! With pillows around them.” ☺

You can lose things in a van …

It’s only 17 feet. It only has that much packing space. Trust me, we have managed to mislay things. So much so, that we have had to search the van with a fine comb to find what is lost! Usually, it’s right under our noses … like the firelighter we store in the pouch right by the door so that it can be reached easily from outside. Did we search for the thing! Seriously, how does one forget so easily yet pass by the item day in and day out, without seeing it?

But when something is stored under the bed … it’s missing! Why … because we forget there is storage under the bed. 😂

Storage

Now here’s the challenge, right? An overhead cupboard (2 ft x 1 ft x 1ft) is dedicated to pantry products. The other three (much smaller) cupboards are 1. for cutlery and crockery, 2. for drinking glasses and measuring jugs etc. and 3. for the stick blender, kettle and toaster and flat pack food storage containers. One out of 4 drawers is dedicated to tea and coffee needs. One is set aside for herbs and spices. One for all my cooking utensils (what a messy drawer 😣) and one more ‘drawer’/space (on the floor of the van) that we use to store tinned foods and cartons of soy milk because it has deep space and is right over the axle where heavy things belong. (When you need a tin, you go down on all fours. Yep, all fours! Not always a pretty sight. Getting up again must be carefully planned because you can’t lean on the unstable table! So, bottom in the air, you come up on hands and feet, then slowly lift yourself off the floor, stacking your spinal column as they show in workout videos, and hoping that you will get your body upright. All the while promising yourself that tomorrow, TOMORROW, you’re going to start working out. You knock your head on the table on the way up. You glare at it. Unaffected by the glare, it just sits there, locked into its happy spot. You quickly check that nobody’s glass of whatever was on the table.)  

“Where”, I hear you ask, “do you keep the rest of your groceries? How do you manage?” 

Under the bed! Yep, we sleep on our pantry store. And why is it that whenever anything is needed from the ‘pantry’, the bed is piled high with stuff and is heavier to lift. It’s supposed to be an effortless lift; it has air struts that help with the lift and which keep the bed up in the air. But it’s rather intimidating when you’re on all fours, diving into a container underneath, fully aware that if the struts give way, you’re going to be a squashed bug!

"And your clothing?" Umm ... 😆

Each item rolled up ... a side for me, the other for hubs.
Storage boxes just don't fit.

Under the bed is also where the ironing board and iron lives. And the box of baking utensils. And the TV that we haven't yet used. And it’s where the lithium batteries live. And the inverter. And the DC2DC charger. And all those gadgets are rather imposing … wires everywhere, with little lights flashing and boxes that keep them secure so they can’t budge. 😳😅 When we sleep at night, we pretend they aren’t a mere 20 cm from our bodies, powering away, keeping the van going.

Talking of power …

To our dismay we discovered (by accident) that we needed another lithium battery in the caravan soon because it’s preferable NOT to add a new battery to an old one … so no adding when you think you can afford it, later down the line. If you’re planning to stay full-time in a van, plan your power needs and get the system installed from the start – one that will meet your needs. Professionals can help with the planning. We didn’t consult, we just guessed. Epic fail! Consequently, we’ve had to dig into emergency funds to add a battery. And another battery needs more solar. And the top of the van can’t take more solar… so we’re shopping around for external solar panels. External panels need an additional Anderson plug on the caravan which needs professional installation. 💸

Sigh …. will we ever get to a complete setup?

Then, as if that pain wasn’t enough, we stepped into another power mess. Let me explain … Sandy’s Essentials was planned as a side hustle. Forgetting just how hot it gets in Queensland in summer, all manner of oils, butters, waxes, and essential oils were purchased. All these need to remain cool, preferably at one temperature. 😣 All good, we thought. We housesit in homes with air conditioners. Until we housesat during a heatwave in a house with no air conditioner! It was 38 and 39 during the day. Stinking hot. (AJ annexed the van to teach from … 😅 … I sweltered. Mmmm…. come to think of it, he did quite a few extra prep hours those few days. 😁) We ate lunch in the van for a reprieve! The supply of oils etc. (also in the van) was melting from the heat of the night.  (The essential oils are stored in the fridge, so they were ok.)  

Tackling the problem, we reckoned an external fridge would do the trick. After looking at a bunch of brands, we bought one on sale. Not the best, not the most expensive, a middle-of-the-road type of investment. THEN we realised that it needed its own battery to keep it cool when it’s in the car and not plugged into AC (home) power. THEN, of course, the battery needs to be wired into the car by an auto electrician, so that the car charges it when the engine is on. Then, says the salesman, when the car is not switched on and charging the battery, the battery needs solar panels on top of your vehicle to keep it charged. Huh?! All to keep the fridge cool. Epic fail! 💸💸💸 We walked away with an unplanned major expense – to provide for a side hustle that I haven’t had the brain power to get up and going yet. The panels and battery box system turned out to be more expensive than the fridge. 🙄 Talk about embarrassing. Luckily, hubs can keep his beer in the fridge too. 😆  

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At least the battery box can also power his laptop on days when the van’s power might fade. To cap it all, the fridge and its contents, battery box and extra solar panel, add 60kg to the car. 😣 “The things a man will do for his wife” mutters hubs, as he has airbag suspension installed in the car. (I argue that the car sags because of the weight of his tool bag … anyway, airbag suspension helps. 😂)

About that weight …

Off we went … water tanks full, check! Gas bottles full, check! Petrol tank full, check! Caravan fridge full, check! Everything loaded into the van and the car, as if we were travelling, check! (Including THAT Sandy’s Essentials fridge!)

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It was one of the hottest days of summer. The poor man and his wife from Weigh Check Gympie were tasked with checking whether we were within legal limits. As they darted around with scales and laptop, manoeuvring the van and the car and then both together (with us inside it), we held our breath, sweating bullets, and not because of the heat. Verdict? We were 45 kg overweight in the caravan. But the car could still take another 100 kg. Hallelujah! Off hubs went to remove the huge tool bag that he had placed in the back of the caravan to weigh the back end down and he popped it in the car. (Trust me … the small number of tools he shipped over from Qatar have miraculously multiplied…. I wonder how? 🤔😆) Another re-weigh and we were good to go, with just a few kg to spare in the caravan, but relieved, nonetheless. Now, we need to watch our weight in more ways than one; only one week’s worth of groceries is ever bought, and even then it’s the bare minimum. 😄

Office or a dining area?

When hubs works from the van it’s quite an experience.  At 1 pm the dining table and seat become an office! All the gear gets packed out and he connects to his online classes. We still stand amazed – we use our phones as hotspots for our computers. Our national network’s mobile data package carries all our internet needs. He trains online, and I use my quota to blog, do research, work on admin and more.

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My workspace, you ask? 😂 Here it is …

Made a plan to have a standing desk!

Shower curtain privacy!

Somehow, the constant technical chatter of instruction doesn’t bother me and I’m able to set up my space feeling quite comfy behind the shower curtains that act as a privacy screen. (His laptop camera is only on his face, but I still feel better having my own private space.) At 8 pm, the time when I can no longer function, I take a shower and hop into bed. As long as those curtains are closed it’s as if there were a wall between us. I hit dreamland while hubs is still teaching away. 😊

Towing days need checklists!

We’re still getting used to it all. Each time we tow we tend to forget something. I shouldn’t divulge this, but once it was the ‘liquids’ bottle in the green loo. 😫😆😅 By the time we could stop it was all over the inner space of the toilet – thankfully contained!! Capping the bottle, I took three toilet rolls and chucked them into the space. Locking the van, we sheepishly went on our way. It was something to sort out at the next destination. You can’t be squeamish if you have a composting toilet. Neither forgetful! 😆

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The last time we towed, we forgot to clip on the towing mirrors. Halfway through Gympie town, I noticed they weren’t attached. Hubs pulled up at the first place we were able to stop. He hopped out to attach them. I looked up and straight into a traffic camera – and a “Busses only” traffic sign. 😫😂 (Waiting for the ticket.) And that reminds me, those checklists must be made up! We must work with checklists!!!!  

I hope I’ve managed to give you a peek into our full-time living in a van. 😀 It keeps us on the go… keeps us moving and active in more ways than we could have imagined. It’s fun, it’s hard work, and it’s not straightforward. It’s constant adherence to rules and regulations. It requires advance planning, foresight, and constant checking and monitoring of gear. Moving parts need regular attention. Weight and balance are vital. Thankfully hubs has a lot of weight and balance experience from his helicopter career.

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To wrap up ... 

Soon we leave for rural Queensland, where we will housesit – with no pets – just housesit, for three months. We are looking forward to a reprieve from travelling around, packing up and packing down. Still, we wouldn’t want any other life right now. We are happy. We feel content to own only that which can fit into 17 feet. (Apart from winter clothes in storage at Nadya’s house and some special books, we tow what we own.) It’s an uncanny feeling when you stop and think about it. 

But nothing beats that early morning cup of coffee, outside in nature, with the smell of the dew on the grass and the wind rustling through the trees.

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We are acutely aware that our Father’s grace and mercy carry us. We are vulnerable on the roads, vulnerable to wild weather, and reliant upon staying healthy and strong to be able to follow this lifestyle. What the future holds we know not.

Therefore, we appreciate each of you, for your messages and support in prayer. 🙏 We pray for you too.

Thank you for stopping by. Until next time, from Esk, it’s cheerio for now.  🌼

 

DISCLAIMER: No husbands or caravans were harmed during the telling of this story. But fiction it is not.

Could it be God?

July 1. Stage 2 – an interim change.

Today is our first day of a two-month stay in this apartment hotel as we wait to depart from Doha after 21 years. Can someone tell me how it got to be July already? 😆 I think my brain got stuck in January … then suddenly it was March, and the wedding was upon us. And yes, we checked into Aus in April, but it’s all a blur since then. Where did May and June go? 😁 I have a theory…my brain tuned out so that it could cope only with what each day delivered. Right now, bone-tired, we have entered reset and recover mode. More like total reboot!

It is said that when you have a major life change in your latter years, your stress levels are through the roof. We all know about the Scale of Stress … there is the Perceived Stress Scale, developed in 1983, measured by answering questions regarding your feelings and thoughts in the past month. THAT would be a BLOWOUT for us. 🤯

 

Then there is the Holmes And Rahe Stress Scale, created in 1967, the one I think we are all mostly acquainted with, where 43 life events are given a rating. If you get a score of 300 or more you stand a chance of major health breakdown within the following 2 years, according to the American Institute of Stress. (To this we say, ‘But God …!’ 👆) No. 8 on the scale of stress is being fired – 47 points. (Ummm, 😬 does firing yourself count? 😅) Oh okay, no. No.10 then, retirement, with a scale of 45 points! (But what if you can’t really retire?) 😅 Then we have No’s 15 and 16 – a major business readjustment (like us, trying to start a new business in an economy racked with inflation), and a major change in financial state (zero income if Andries doesn’t get online training) with 39 and 38 points, respectively. Just recently No. 23 applied to us, adding 29 points to our scale with our son getting married. 

Image: Hendrik Steytler Photography

Along with that came the stress of his transfer-of-sponsorship application (before his visa expired in June) so that he could remain in Qatar when we leave, along with the complicated process to get their marriage registered within South Africa, The Philippines and in Qatar. 

No. 28 on the Holmes and Rahe Stress Scale, a major change in living conditions, checks in at 25 points and No. 32, a change in residence, with 20 points – for us it's first the downsize to this hotel apartment, then the move to Australia. Numbers 34, 35, 36… 38, 39, and 40 apply too… shall I carry on? Okay, okay, you get the picture. 😅 Our stress levels are through the roof. Lol. And there is the cause for the blur of passing months. 😅  

It feels as though we’ve been getting rid of stuff, packing up and living with chaos since November last year when we went to South Africa to clear out our storage crate. We watched car loads of our belongings being carted off.

"Why did you hang onto it?", I hear you ask.

Well, we were never sure that we would be granted the visa until it came through … and the stuff we held onto would’ve enabled us to set up again in SA. Wise or dumb move? You be the judge.

December and January, we found ourselves stuck in South Africa since we were locked out of Qatar for 2 months due to Omicron and the subsequent ban on travellers entering Qatar from South Africa. THAT was stressful!! And did we bleat about and bemoan our lot! But, as always, with hindsight, we now realise that it was a huge blessing as it gave us more of a chance to organise Gus and Cha’s wedding. And oh my, it was such a lovely wedding. We were immensely blessed on the day as everything came together with the amazing help of talented people like Kathy, Sydney, Ada, Belinda & her team, and others who worked so hard. A shout out to InfinityTimesInfinity Productions for the amazing job with the video material. If you’re in South Africa and planning a wedding, contact them for your video.

 

Andries’ resignation at the end of May was a huge step. We both knew that it was inevitable – the day would come. But no matter how much you prep yourself for the actual event, when it arrives, you’re a ball of nerves. His training schedule never eased off through all the changes and planning, probably his saving grace, giving him something to focus on. At home, I would often find him pacing aimlessly while having tons to do. As for me, the days were long; I was lost in what felt like a vacuous space that used to be ‘home’. With much of the house contents gone it sounded hollow. The silence was deafening. Yet, just six months ago I was as happy as Larry to spend my days alone. (Lol, who’s Larry? That’s a saying worth looking into for its origins.) In the evenings, instead of packing and sorting, we chose to watch old movies to escape reality. 😅 Then I chose to tackle the world of website design with 3 weeks of (procrastinating) fun! Eventually, that was done too, and the mountain of paperwork, faithfully stored in file 13 for 21 years, was waiting for me (three-quarters of which went into the rubbish). Time was fast running out. I found myself asking, several times, why we did this to ourselves?!  😅

Along with all the packing, sorting, throwing out and waiting, we have been immensely blessed. First, our son and new daughter-in-law needed to set up a home after their marriage – at just the time when we needed to get rid of everything in our home. Could it be God? We carted car loads to their new apartment, from cutlery to furniture, linen to paintings. Within 2 days they had a furnished home. 😀 (Maybe not what they would have bought, but for now, it’ll do.) God is good!

Next, our house contract which ran until 30 Nov each year posed a problem. We are booked to leave Qatar on 1 Sept. Dilemma! We would have to pay for the 3 months that we won’t be living in the house. One day, Andries’s colleague, Wilfred, came to work informing him of a massive increase in his apartment rent with only 2 months’ notice. A take it or leave it situation. 

"Please can we take over your house?", he asks. 

"If the landlord okays it, it’s a deal", Andries replied. We then had to wait 5 weeks for an answer, as Wilfred had an annual vacation booked beginning the following week. But eventually, the contract was approved by our landlord in June, the deposit paid, and the house would be theirs on 30 June. The biggest blessing around this story is that Wilfred and his family wanted to purchase all that was left in our house after the newlyweds had removed what they wanted (and this included washing machine, fridge, stove, bedroom suite, dining room suite, and more). They were moving from a furnished unit to ours which comes completely unfurnished. We did not need to sell a thing! In a city where there is a huge population turnover, it proves exceedingly difficult to sell second-hand furniture and household contents. We were spared the struggle. Could it be God?

 

Then, gulp! Where will we live for the next 2 months? We had been looking around and asking for quotes, but anything for a reasonable amount was either dodgy or hemmed in with construction (think massive infrastructure construction when you use the word concerning Qatar) and consequently unapproachable by car and/or on foot. 😫 

We were forced to look at more upmarket apartment hotels, with a kitchenette in the room, since we did not want to live on hotel food for 2 months. We need to keep our immune levels up! We settled on FraserSuites and approached the sales desk. Yes, they said, we’ll show you three options. I think they saw in our pleading eyes that we needed enough space at a “good” price, please. We were offered a large studio room at a smaller room’s rate (the same price as our house rent 🥴). It has a little kitchen (washing machine and full-size fridge included) and an en suite bathroom. A ‘special rate’ because we would be staying during the height of summer when few tourists visit Qatar. 😅 Floor to ceiling windows, bright and sunny, on the 12^th floor with a view over the bay, we are extremely blessed. This, our baptism into living in a smaller space! 😀

(image: Fraser Suites website)

While packing up our home and preparing to move, we were also negotiating the purchase of our van, deciding on the finer details and inclusions. Our stress levels were through the roof over this period as we were arranging everything over the internet. Not being able to be there in person was a challenge; we hoped we got everything right and made wise choices. After all, we are total novices. But we are confident in our choice of manufacturer, and they were extremely helpful (and patient 😅).

When we mentioned that we would arrive on 2 September and would need the van as soon as possible afterwards, we were promised delivery by end of September. Now there’s a blessing, because we would prefer to not be dependent on our kids. Many folks wait up to a year for their vans. But then I remembered that we had enquired last October already, at which point they began to design the van. So, the timing there proved to be a blessing too. (We may be the first customers to take delivery of the model we requested – time will tell.) We can’t wait for the big reveal, soon; keep an eye on our blog. 😊

Once we had decided on what we wanted to ship to Brisbane, we packed it into boxes and put it all together in a group. 

We instantly broke into a sweat. What were we thinking?! We began to cull mercilessly ... fifty percent of the clothing went to charity; more books donated to a local library; more documents tossed and shredded. UNISA assignments that I had shed blood, sweat and tears over, thrown out. 😪 We emptied frames and albums and kept only the photos. We replaced several favourite items in the cupboards they had come from for the house’s next occupants to take over. 

 

The shipping quotes we received that met our budget were for 1 cubic metre, except for one that offered us 2 cubic metres at an even cheaper price than the others. We had several doubts about going for the cheapest offer, but we knew we needed the space. We accepted their offer, and they sprang into action. Amazing! Their communication was detailed. They answered every question within 15 mins; replied to every email promptly; their team was there to pack 1 hour before they said they would be; and in 1 hour they had packed, cleaned up and carted away our belongings. It still filled 12 boxes.😫 It felt as if a whirlwind had hit the house, but they were efficient and thorough.

WHAT a blessing! And I couldn’t even remember contacting them. Could it be God? We hope that their amazing service continues right up to delivery in Brisbane. A shout out to Arrow Line Logistics Qatar. Well done!

 

Now, as we drive around Doha, we take in all the sights and reminisce. We remember what it looked like when we arrived in 2001. We've seen the city develop rapidly, in front of our eyes. We recall key events in key places. We know, without doubt, that this has become home. But we always knew that it could not last …  this was a temporary arrangement. Qatar has been good to us and for us. We have been immensely blessed by working and living here. We have learned much and have been thoroughly moulded and pruned through perseverance and diverse experiences. It will be a sorrowful, yet needful parting. To those who are considering an expat life, we would say "Do it!"

“Incredible change happens in your life when you decide to take control of what you do have power over instead of craving control over what you don’t.” (Steve Maraboli)

Seasons come and go. We pray for the grace to walk into our new season with boldness and faith. When one of us has an offish day, the other is perky. Make no mistake, we have our moments of doubt, fear, and anxiety. But a quote that came from a dear friend resonated with us, “The opposite of faith is not doubt; it’s our desire for certainty,” by John Ortberg. So, we go easy on ourselves and don’t self-flagellate when we doubt. Our Father understands our uncertainties. The one thing we are sure of is, we are unDESERtED. 

 

Meanwhile, it’s quite a novelty living in such a small space. (The caravan will be even smaller! 😂) The sofa is comfy. The bed is a bit low (our knees protest heavily first thing in the morning) but it’s comfy too. The kitchen has 2 of everything so dishes don’t pile up, and we have a room with a view. A cleaner will come in once a week, and we are provided with clean towels every 4 days. Other than that, we are autonomous. What more could one want?

 

If you read this far, I’m amazed. Thank you. 🤗 Soon these blog posts should become more interesting as we begin to document our travels around Queensland.

Until next time, thanks for stopping by. 🌼

(Featured image: Hourglass by Nile, Pixabay.)