Moving down to Broadbeach

It’s the last day in Chevron Towers, and we are moving down to Monte Carlo Ave on Broadbeach, just below Surfers Paradise. It’s Sunday and a week has passed by, we are moving again, you know this ‘my life is all in this one suitcase’ feeling. It’s raining, just like the other night we moved into Chevron Towers. It’s a strange feeling. You are free to go, free to travel, you’ve got all the time of the world; on the other hand, you never know what comes next, what happens around the next corner, you sometimes feel insecure, sometimes lost. You gotta know how to enjoy it, how to get the max out of it. The new location is perfect though, as it’s right between Central Surfers and some of the necessary ‘landmarks’ on Broadbeach, such as the Convention Center, Pacific Fair, Conrad Jupiters Hotel & Casino, etc. Marc gives us a lift with our two heavy suitcases. Thanks a lot, Marc!

Nick, our new flat mate welcomes us with a big smile, arms wide open :) He is fun, at his best age, enjoying life, work and surfing. He’s away most of the time staying at his girlfriend’s Michelle, which means we’ve got the house for the two of us. I have nothing against some more privacy. So Nick is fun, but he’s a man! And you know what that means. It means socks on the floor, towels hanging on the doors, carpet to be vacuum-cleaned, dust to be wiped away, some broken or missing door handles, and no Internet! And everywhere we go, we gotta make our way through :-) So as soon as he left, we hit it real hard. If you’ve ever seen the American (Made in U.S. nonsense) TV series 'How Clean is Your House?’, then that describes perfectly our first Sunday evening at Nick’s bachelor residence. I guess I did more vacuum-cleaning in these 3 hours than I did in the past 3 years of my life, starting with the floors and finishing with the sofa and armchairs. Ann attacked the bathroom and toilet, kitchen sink, fridge and TV set. Mr Proper, Jif, Mrs Moper, or whatever.. We are friends with them all. Plus the house looks nice and cozy, and what’s the most important, livable. With some air fresheners where needed (bye-bye disgusting beer pong!), candles on the tables and window sills. It now feels like home. Happy 2nd Advent, Ann! When it’s all done, we can finally take a seat in the toilet, have a shower without flip-flops, and breathe fresh air and not sneeze. Nick agrees: ‘You girls are probably the best flat mates I’ve ever had. I will reduce the rent! This place definitely needs some woman’s touch.’ No worries, Nick, it will have a double touch :-)

I finish here, have a shower and take a stroll up to Cavill Ave in Surfers. To meet Paul. The rest is none of your business :-)