Move Closer

Was it Nelson Mandela who uttered those immortal words “Hey Baby, you go your way, and I’ll go mine, but in the meantime…Move Closer”? No, it was another Nelson; Phyllis,  in fact, who crooned her way to a UK number 1 in 1985.

Perhaps Ms Nelson’s interest was aroused by the sight of a Pickford’s removal van, perhaps not, who can tell? 

This week, however, I myself have been inspired by the process of relocation.

We have been on the move this week, shifting our chattels within the local environment like a particularly magnetic snail. The delights and glories of Arkles Bay have been replaced by the equally delightful and glorious suburb of Manly, whose world renowned beach attracts literally tens of people to the wide expanse of flat damp sand, miniature dunes and  expensive real estate.

Resolutely occupied by the older community, mainly due to the level terrain, leafy lanes, and complimented by the proximity of mothballs available at the local mall, traditionally, the only surfers here are of the silver haired kind.

But this locale is slowly changing as more and younger purchasers wrest control of the demographics: with lifestyle factors such as being handy to the shops, beach, transport, entertainment and a pleasant commute into Auckland.

So now Manly is our new home, complete with the same doctors and same pharmacy as before.

So my medical needs are unchanged, which is one less thing to worry about. 

Unlike the unpacking.