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From The Restory - Conversations On The Journey (57)

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On our visit to Gauteng the past week, we've received such a number of enquiries regarding The Restory moving and requests to be kept up to date on the matter, that we've decided to have it as an item on the blog for the foreseeable future.

We'll be posting pictures and updates on Facebook and Instagram as well, but it is handy to have it as a blog post where it is easy to find in years to come.

We want to have everything moved to Tafelkop by end of May. To say that we'll be settled by then is unrealistic against the background of our strength, time and funds and the degree that it will be available.

The main focus this week is moving the content of Sebastien's rondavel to his new house.






The Mazda loaded for the move of Sebastien's furniture over the weekend. 




Sebastien's empty rondavel. 




Matilda is almost done sorting out the pantry, with the empty shelves attesting to that.
These old shelves have stolen her heart the first time we've set foot in the house.



The "centre room" which will now serve as storage facility as we move packed boxes into this space
and the rest of the house becomes empty. 
Many of you will recognize this room from retreat experiences. 



Music

The theme of this month's music is saying goodbye, moving on, ending something, new beginnings. At this stage it resonates deeply with us.

It doesn't apply solely to relocating house, though. It happens in relationships, phases of life, situations, as well. With the anticipation, sadness, uncertainty and all the other emotions, surfacing whenever we're stepping over a threshold. 









With our love and a deep gratitude for yours.   


George & Matilda 

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