And in this case, moving house for reals. As in, not just jumping suburbs or streets, but taking a giant leap of faith and swapping the city for the country.
We've moved to my old stomping ground of the South Burnett, where I've got family and some more support, and the kids are enjoying the wide open spaces and fresh air.
The living is cheaper too. We've got a far nicer, safer, warmer home (and it will be cooler in summer) than the one we had in Brisbane, at a fraction of the price we were paying there.
The last few weeks in Brisbane passed in a daze (days?) of packing, plus wrapping up milestones at school. Not to mention sad farewells.
We are still settling into our new home, not to mention marvelling at the luxury of having a stove with numbers on it, a non-human dishwasher, and a safe yard for Lucy the fur kid to play in.
I'm proud at the way the kids are taking to a new school and the challenge of a different routine and making new friends.
For now, it all seems new and different, but apart from the cold weather - yes, it is cooler than we are used to in sub-tropical Brisbane - there is a lot to like.
Hopefully it will soon seem less new, and a lot more like home.
Saying farewell ... We found the guinea pigs a good home
A last dinner at Yum Yum Peking Duck at Darra
Harmonie's Bunny came too ...
Fun with friends at the school fete
Responsibilities - Chase looking after the Crazy Hair stall at the school fete
There was fairy floss eating to be done ...
And an all important year 7 leadership camp to be conquered!
Somehow, amidst the action, the moving fairies worked their magic and the MIA household was transported from Brisbane to Kingaroy. And nice warm beds.
Readers, have you moved house recently? Did you hate it as much as I did?