It’s hard to get my head around the fact that we have been living in Doha now for over a year. 14 months to be exact! This was brought home to me a few weeks ago when we realised our 12 month lease on our apartment had run out. We had toyed with looking for somewhere else – it was a great apartment but a bit small and dark, but in the end inertia took over and we decided staying was by far the easier option! That was the plan, anyway.
One day as we returned from an outing we noticed the door of the corner apartment on our floor was open, and it seemed to be empty. We have always been curious about the corner apartments because they are much bigger than ours, and have a lovely outlook. I put on my big girl panties and poked my head in the door to say hello. The tenant was sitting on the lone chair in the living room, supervising removalists as they took out box after box of his possessions. He invited us to look around, which we did with a degree of envy. We loved the apartment – it was huge, light and airy and had amazing views, but we knew it would be out of our price range. The tenant told us the apartment was still available and offered to put in a good word for us with the owner. Considering this was our first meeting, that was rather brave of him, but I guess the fact that we had been neighbours for a year and hadn’t caused any trouble was enough of a recommendation!
We spent the evening imagining ourselves in the new place, but reminding each other that we can’t afford it, and we shouldn’t be even dreaming about it. Next day as we walked by the apartment the tenant and the owner were there. We asked what the rent was, confidently expecting a number so big that it would put all thoughts of this lovely place out of our heads. To our utter amazement, the number was not only less than we expected, but less than the previous tenant was paying. This in a city where rents are going up at an astronomical rate! The owner was leaving the following day for a holiday and needed an answer. Since we had already fallen in love with this place, and the rent on our old place was going up anyway, the decision was easy. We shook hands and were given the keys on the spot! Pretty sure I’ve never made a decision that quickly in my life, let alone such a major one as this!
How hard can it be to move next door, we said to ourselves. We don’t need a truck, or removalists. We don’t even need to pack, really, we’ll just carry everything ourselves, and put it all away in the new place as we go. No fuss, no mess. And we’ve only been here for a year, how much stuff could we have?!
Memo to self. It is that hard. And a bit harder. And stuff multiplies when you’re not looking! We have really tried to stay clutter-free, since we got to Doha. It seemed the perfect opportunity to start with a clean slate, but somehow the pile of things just grows and grows! Take for example a box full of unused cables. Where did they all come from? What do they belong to? It’s not like we have a collection of superseded computers, cameras or electrical devices like we do back in Sydney. How is it possible to accumulate this many ‘spares’ in a year? I don’t dare throw any out, for fear I will discover that I really did need that one special irreplaceable cable!
Finally after much huffing and puffing and a little swearing we got everything moved in. The first thing I did was set up my desk in my lovely new office. There might still have been mess around me, and lots to do, but all I need to scrapbook is my laptop. It took a while to get the internet connected, but with Artisan I don’t even need to be online. And of course, as a dedicated scrapbooker I need to chronicle the big and the small happenings in our lives!
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