Living Life Love and Happiness
After many a year, Michael and I have found ourselves with the opportunity to renovate. Started with us thinking about downsizing and one thing lead to another.
Finding the right home was an effort
What did I learn. To not rush into a decision, wasn’t easy at first, but I got the hang of it. I’m not wired that way. Now I’m a convert and take my own sweet time to reflect. I have a friend who swears by the mantra, ‘If you don’t love it, don’t buy it.
Seven years ago, we sold our home of 25 years. I think it broke my husband a little. Fortunately he has confessed that, yes, it was time to move on.
Driving down the same street, returning to the same shops, the same car park the same lifestyle. I am going crazy. He caved, and we built, a beautiful two storey home.
Not where we wanted to be, we only crossed the highway (5 minute drive away), I found myself still going to the same shops, driving down the same streets, it’s ground hog day.
Since our girls left and moved into homes of their own with loving partners, now husbands.
We find ourselves floating in a home too big and fancy, the housework is driving us to distraction. The only thing apart from the neighbours that I’ll miss will be decorating my wreath-covered bannister.
This weekend, I’ve roped the family into decorating the house for Christmas, we will have Christmas music, eggnog and lunch, the lights will twinkle, the tree decorated and a tradition maintained.
We Found A home
We have been searching for that something special, or so we thought was what we wanted. A year-long search, trolling through suburbs. We rented for six months, just to be sure to be sure. A cosy cottage, the right location. The cafe’s on our doorstep, a skip and jump into the city. Nice and easy to clean, unfortunately though, not for us.
The rented quaint cottage that is, in serious need of maintenance, a pergola that threatens to kill anyone should it fall down, rotting timber tied up with rope so as not to collapse. Creepy crawlies, a rat and a flooding kitchen, a bathroom made just for short people, and louvered front windows to welcome the flies in.
We love our space too much, two living areas, a decent garage and a reasonable renovation that won’t break the bank.
The realisation that a run down full of charm cottage has many a downside. I have spotted a house just down the street and around the corner. I so wanted this one, I mean I really, really wanted this one, a 1930’s home. Procrastination saw that one slip through my fingers.
I wept, reflecting.
I guess wasn’t the one for us.
The weekends roll by, searching, house hunting, is fun no more. A home I have my eyes on, ticked all the boxes, literally five doors down the street from where we are renting. Husband wasn’t keen so we searched some more and kept re-visiting the home that pulled at me.
The location is perfect, we tossed and turned, and now it is ours.
Three months in and I can honestly say hand on heart; we are home and happier than I could possibly have imagined.
Now to renovate, I’m blessed.
Planning and research, I LOVE.
I’m exhausted and exhilarated at the same time.