It was quite the journey. We gained an unexpected stopover in Singapore due to
someone me muffing up our flights… and we lost DorkySon’s beloved iPad packed with apps due to someone me forgetting to pick it up after a security screening in Dubai.
But we are really, truly here. How do I know? Well the water is going down the plughole a different way. The crescent of the moon is in the wrong place entirely. And all around me are people saying ‘sick’ and ‘sweet’ and ‘bonza’ when what they really mean is ‘jolly good, old chap’.
We have been settled in our little Hobart home for four full days, and in that short time we have had fierce sunshine, winds that made our windows rattle, rain that bounced like bullets off the roof, and, before the end of this week, we are apparently due some snow. It is fair to say that we did not pack well for such an unpredictable Spring, and we urgently need to pay a visit to our local outdoor shop for woollies and wellies.
But that said, I think we already love it.
The people here are the friendliest I’ve ever encountered. In shops and restaurants, everyone has time to chat – I’ve been waved out the door with a cheery ‘Welcome-to-Tassie’ at least a dozen times. The local Hobart Mums Network have already answered many of my newbie questions through their Facebook group. And when I walked into town to buy DorkySon a car seat yesterday, rather than let me carry it the half mile home, one of the shop assistants fetched his van from the underground garage and gave me a lift.
North Hobart seems like a lively wee community. There is pavement and street art everywhere, so I can’t wait to get out walking with my camera. We have already paid several visits to a small local supermarket, which is packed with fresh fruit and veg, cheeses, fresh meat, deli items and cakes. There are two fresh fish places, a bakers, an arthouse cinema with brilliant bookshop attached… and we are only about 15 minutes walk from Hobart’s big shopping area where we are hoping, tomorrow, to find a good toy store.
I held off from writing this post yesterday, because we’d had a shonky and slightly frustrating day, facing all the little niggles that you always face when you move. Getting set up with doctors, phones, internet and the like is still a hassle, even when the people demanding a dozen different kinds of ID from you do so with a smile.
But today was a good one. We had an orientation tour around the city and some of its suburbs. DorkySon had a run along a beach, started a new shell collection and even managed twenty minutes zipping around a playground. We found an incredible café, less than five minutes walk from home, that didn’t think it at all odd to serve me black pudding, fried egg and a glass of wine for lunch. And, on the way home from that lunch we spotted a shop that sells Terramundi Pots, so we have already started stashing away our coins and wishes, continuing the tradition that means so much to us.
All your lovely messages – via text and email, Facebook, Twitter and even on paper and postcard – have meant so much to us over the last few days. Thank you very much for helping us feel that even so many miles away we are in your thoughts. You are in ours too, and as soon as we are properly connected we will be in touch personally.
Big hugs from Hobart.
The Dorkys xx