Today we bring you the final chapter in the story of Karen and Gene’s move to Tasmania.
Thank you so much Karen for writing about your experience and sharing it with us.
Read the story from the beginning.
The Final Chapter
So you’re waiting to hear about the 15%, right?
We had our large house with large kitchen, large yard, plenty of elbow room, great view, garden, fruit trees, workshop and sheds. What was missing? Well, it turns out there was no town trash collection, no town sewerage, no town water—in fact, no town–no mail delivery, no public transport, no mobile phone service and only very, very basic internet connection and television reception. And other than the kitchen cupboards and giant pantry, there was no storage—no bookshelves, no wardrobes, no closets.
All these lacks we found out one by one, and most of them after we had a binding contract. Fortunately most of the lacks were fixable. We rented a mailbox in a town a few kilometres away where there is also a general store, petrol pump and gas bottle exchange. We deal with the trash by taking all the solid stuff to the recycling yard, burning or composting the small paper detritus, and have acquired two handsome hens to recycle all the kitchen scraps. There was quite an efficient rain water catchment set-up which only wants a filtration system installed; meanwhile a counter-top filter does the trick. The television works most of the time thanks to the local antenna man’s clever adjustments; we’ve learned to tolerate the slow internet, and the mobile phone is useful for whichever person goes out shopping in case they want to ring the home landline.
As far as the storage, fortunately I married a master woodworker who is designing and building some nice wardrobes and a few more kitchen cupboards. I overcame his distaste for ‘cheap and nasty’ and we bought a number of inexpensive white shelving units to hold most of the books and bibelots, and turned the sun room into a library-cum-office.
We learned why people took their shoes off at the door—the property was infested with wallabies and pademelons, who all suffered from incontinence. It took 8 months, but eventually we chased all of them out of the acre around the house and into the big paddocks, where they are welcome to roam. We reinforced all the fencing and think we have plugged all the gaps.
A few photos of the property – and the visitors…