Just over a year ago Jethro and I moved in to our house.
It’s been an interesting year. How can it not when a pipe bursts your first day of home ownership? That was a learning experience. I don’t think I ever blogged about that – most people who know me IRL have heard the story. It’s a pretty simple one, but something I will never forget. Having only taken possession of the keys a few hours earlier I wondered what the hushing sound coming from the dining/kitchen area was. At first I thought it was nature! Because we have a lot of trees, birds and other things around. But no. Thus began the hunt for the toby of which we have two and the one by the house apparently doesn’t turn off all water. The real one is at the top of our 38m long path. Yay for dux quest (not).
Since then, owning a house has been a bit easier, but still one massive learning experience.
My Nana died back in 2003. I know that’s a morbid way to start a blog post, but trust me, this is where the story starts.
She died quite suddenly. It was April. Good Friday, in fact, when she had a heart attack and ended up in hospital. By Sunday, Easter Sunday, she was gone.
The following weeks I remember helping clean out the house. Things were thrown out, others were sold to the antique stores in town and various bits and pieces went to various family members.
I still know everything that I took from that house, that was hers. I guess you always remember the things that a loved one owned. I have her rocking chair, a piece of Irish pottery in the shape of a cauldron and a porcelain penguin. There was also a cobalt blue glass vase with a tear shaped stopper. But the cat ended up knocking it off my dresser one night and literally smashed it into thousands of tiny sharp blue pieces. I cried all night.
Then there was the pink stool.
Four months ago, Man Piece and I took possession of our very own house. It’s a classic California bungalow and I absolutely adore it.
As we had moved back from Australia, we had no furniture so had to buy all new stuff to fill, what felt like at the time, the monstrous house.
ICYMI: We bought a house and now we have to fill it
But in the four months that we have been here it has started to feel like home (and a lot smaller than we originally thought, but still massive). Especially when you can bash holes in the walls and rip out that tree you don’t like. All a part of making it our own.
The part I was particularly keen on was filling it with furniture. Finally, all those hours spent on Pinterest and watching The Block were about to pay off.
So in the first of a series of posts to show you our new abode, I have taken a few photos to show you how we have filled our lounge. I’m still not completely happy with it, but in time it will get there.
So… this is my house.
Or it will be. In 19 days. That’s right. The first of September marks us finally getting to the month of settlement. I still have to wait 19 days, but moving into our house is actually, finally, starting to feel real.
Let me rewind slightly… We set a three month settlement period for two reasons. 1) The current owner needed to find another house and 2) We had a six month lease on our apartment which doesn’t run out until a week after settlement (well planned!)
I am counting the days till I get to say goodbye to this shoebox apartment.
Sure this apartment has been extremely convenient for everything. But it is smaller than the apartment we were in in Sydney. It doesn’t have any decent windows. It doesn’t have space. It doesn’t even have an oven. Continue reading