I have most excellent news.
As a Catholic who blogs, I feel it’s my duty to say that no, I’m not pregnant. Ha!
Now we have that out of the way…
We found a new house!
It feels like the past few years have just been a blur of rentals going by, but each has been an upgrade in some way. For that it’s been worth the exhausting experience of packing up and resettling, if only for a year or two before moving on.
This time though, we hope that this new rental is for “keeps” because there ain’t a single average income earner alive that can afford to buy a house in Melbourne’s East where the median house price is ONE AND A HALF MILLION DOLLARS. Actually, a modest 3 bedroom home on our street just sold for $2.5 million. I know this because two real estate agents in very expensive looking suits turned up on my doorstep to tell me so. Really, who does that? They do, apparently.
So, I’m standing there at the door, covered in dried paint (don’t ask), clutching my one year old daughter who is frantically trying to stuff her head down the front of my t-shirt.
Me: “Can I help you?”
Suit Guys: “Hi! We’re from XYZ Real Estate. Just wanted to let you know we just sold 123 Yourstreet Rd for 2.5 million dollars”
** long pause **
Me: “Umm… That’s great?”
** another long pause **
Suit Guys: “Yeah! Okay, uh bye…”
Me: “Um bye.”
I kid you not. This happened.
Did they expect a party? Did they want me to pop open some champagne while simultaneously throwing confetti and doing the hula? I don’t know.
But I digress…
We’ve been considering moving from our tiny unit for a while. If you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time, you would be perfectly aware of how often I complain about the size of this place. It’s small, it’s all weird coloured carpety, there’s no actual laundry or real garden, and no dishwasher. It gets worse when my mother comes to stay with us. Cramming three adults and two children into a small two bed unit seriously sucks, so we decided to make yet another change of residence.
We weren’t even seriously looking when we went to inspect the new house. The photographs online weren’t the best, and when we drove past to check it out, the garden that I wanted so much looked abandoned and half dead.
But it had a dishwasher and hard wood floors, so we went along to check it out anyway.
When we got there, we realised that it was significantly bigger than we had anticipated. While only 3 bed, it had a sprawling floor plan and a massive extension out back with an entire wall of floor to ceiling windows looking out onto the unkempt, dried up garden. There are old, original picture rails lining the walls, and a real proper entrance foyer. All my Pinterest dreams can become reality! (well, the ones that don’t require sewing skills at least!)
I loved it straight away, but I tend to do that. I stayed up late playing mental tetris with our furniture and all those rooms. I dreamed of the day I would say goodbye to the bright blue patterned carpet that stretches from wall to wall of our current space.
And then the call – we got the house. I wasn’t expecting it, but we made it.
So in a couple of weeks, we move again. To hard wood floors, a dishwasher, and a huge garden. I have such a list for that garden! The dozens of rose bushes all have black spot, the lemon tree is nearly dead with disease and gall wasp infestation, and the once beautiful water feature is dried up and full of slime. I have so much to do, almost everything is struggling, but the two pear trees we found hiding behind chest high weeds are strong and covered in fruit. The citrus in the far corner is heavy with limes. There are old garden beds that may only need revitalisation before our urban homesteading dreams can become a reality.
It must have been stunning in its prime. Someone loved this place very much many years ago. You can feel it in the dry earth and see it through the clever landscaping that hides beneath the weeds.
It’s a quirky house. A little run down, a tad broken, but whole and bright where it counts. It reminds me a bit of our quirky little family, so ready to love and to turn to joy despite our imperfections.
I can’t wait to make it our own.
** Image By Amada44 via Wikimedia Commons