It's stinking hot in Brisbane at the moment.
It smells like smoke, a smell I love after a childhood in Tasmania sniffing the ever-present fumes of thousands of wood heaters.
For Queenslanders, smoke is not always a smell that evokes such fond associations.
One of our first priorities in the new house is to put in a wood heater for Winter. A big, old house like that is sure to bake three quarters of the year and freeze the rest. Insulation is also a priority. Solar panels are on the list, too, although would eat up such a chunk of our first year's budget they may have to wait a year or two.
At our place in Brisbane, we're knee deep in boxes and cold drinks and memories.
Monday-week is when the removalists will arrive to whisk everything we own away. Then, we're staying at friends and motels for a week until we get the keys to the new house, rip out the carpet and curtains, scrub it down and learn to call it home.
We've been living a reasonably transient life lately, visiting friends and having adventures. Lucinda sleeps in her porta-cot at least once a fortnight and has no problems adjusting to unfamiliar places and people. That will be a useful thing over the next month.
I drove past the new place a couple of days ago on the way to Toowoomba to see friends. It looks gorgeous out there. Recent rains have brought the place back to life and it's exciting to know we'll be moving in at the time of year when it looks its best - jacarandas and poincianas in bloom and enough rain already to change the colour of the landscape from brown to the most vivid of greens.
For now though, it's back to the boxes.