Our old, ancient, 3 globe flowery, faded, burnt-out, vomit-coloured light fittings were replaced, by simple white downlights.
Flush with the ceiling. Not hanging dangerously low, so low you can whack it out of it’s screw so easily. The number of times someone has knocked the ones in the lounge room while dancing, doing yoga, or just stretching up in the air…
Or in our bedroom, they hang so low, they might as well lie on our bed between us. 😬
Or, they used to.
Or like the low light that was in baby girl’s room… one simple glass shaped globe, that until recently was also hanging a bit too low for comfort, proven when she swung something and the entire glass casing shattered around her.
They aren’t just ugly, they are bloody dangerous.
And now, they’re all gone!
Our house has been lifted, the ceilings feel higher, and we are suddenly in line with with the rest of our ‘home’ vision.
I’ve been wanting to inject more greenery into our home, and I tell you, it is worth it. We only got 3 plants today, but OMG are they divine… I am already looking around the home, wondering where to put more, what types of plants can go where, and imagining up planti-ful scenarios…
Tee hee hee.
Even baby girl got in on the act, and insisted she too, had to have one in her room. So of course, we obliged.
A plant in a child’s bedroom is actually really pretty. It’s given me motivation to purge her room of a lot of stuff, because the simplicity of the plant, just there, is – WOW. Just WOW.
And anything that gives me mojo for clearing out rooms is a good thing in my book.
Today, I did some washing. Hung it in our backyard.
I baked some muffins. Scents of banana and cocoa filled the walls within our home.
I ripped out old plants and dying branches from flowers that desperately needed a good prune. I tidied it up…
To make our home look more pretty.
And it was all the more convenient and timely, that I did these random, but interconnected odd jobs, as the theme unifying it all was that of the home.
Tending to the home.
Using the home.
Filling up the home.
Because on this day 4 years, we bought this home.
I made the winning bid.When I think of that day, I have to shake my head in disbelief sometimes. It was 4 years ago, but many parts of that day are still so clear to me, even now.
I remember the well wishes I received the morning of the auction by some amazing family and friends.
I remember driving up with my Mum and baby girl… and being so nervous, that both Mum and I had to stop at a servo to pee on the way.
I remember arriving 15 minutes into the inspection before auction. I remember the street being FULL of cars. I remember nosy neighbours walking off, having had enough of a sticky beak, not caring to see who would get the house.
I remember NOT ONE auctioneer approaching me as I wandered through the house for the final time before the dum dum daaaa! moment.
I remembered my sister seeing the view from upstairs and saying “it’s a great house” but saying it in a way like “shit, it will be competitive.”
I remember my bro-in-law saying similar words, saying he’d overheard a lot of interested parties talking about it.
I remember all of us standing outside in the front yard, with the strong Winter wind blowing around.
I remember baby girl running around the yard as the main auctioneer started his spiel, referring to her in his opening monologue.
I knew then, that that was a GOOD SIGN.
I remember him motioning to the water views behind us, while I secretly cursed him – “don’t remind them of the views!”
I remember him saying that the winning person could celebrate on the main street afterwards at one of the many cafes, and the desire was so strong in me then, because we had been to those cafes and those restaurants. We had walked those streets, we had holidayed here, and we had done our research.
We were ready.
I remember the auction beginning, and Mum standing near baby girl, watching her run around while mumbling under her breath that the price was going too high.
I remember my sister positioned closer to the nature strip, creating a barrier so that baby girl couldn’t escape.
And I remember my bro-in-law standing behind me, ready to whisper words of advice.
I remember staying quiet for a long time.
I remember the TOTAL SATISFACTION (this is SO clear to me) when I put up my hand, and made my first bid.
The auctioneer looked at me, and his expression conveyed something else.
I had come in later. He knew I meant business.
And I remember how when I made the second, third bid, one of the agents made a beeline to me, thinking he could now help me.
Huh. Where were you guys INSIDE the house?
I had my own agent behind me 😉
I remember holding that winning bid… and the auctioneer urging others to jump in… while I begged in my head “please no, just let it be over…”
Then, IT WAS OVER.
There was clapping. There was cheering. People around me were genuinely happy.
And we were over the moon!
Inside, a familiar face! I saw the agent I had been talking to leading up to that day… He had been hiding out with the owners, of course.
I signed contracts with shaky hands, and snapped a photo of the interior, with the price tag, to Hubbie.
HE WAS OVER THE MOON.
After celebratory photos with the auction board, we headed to the main street.
Mum, sis, baby girl and I had our celebratory coffees and treats.
And when we got home hours later, Hubbie was on cloud nine.
I remember all this so fondly, and I don’t think I can ever forget such a momentous day for us.
A day where we realised our big dream of sea changing, a day when we made it.
And so when baby girl snapped a sunset from my phone this evening (I’ve trained her well) I didn’t think much of it…
‘Til I previewed it later.
It was blurry. Much like a memory can be. But there was that lawn. I could still see that sign in my head.
The guy who was standing to the left of me… the two ladies on my right. The family of four who I thought of often, comprised of a couple with their two young girls, who walked off half-way through the auction…
I hope they found their dream house, just as we found ours.
Now there were different plants, different colours, and different people coming in and out…
And 4 years on, there’s no place we’d rather be. 💖🏡🌅🥰
Oh wow. The feeling of relief, of relaxation, tiredness even… is immense.
But also, there is exhilaration.
I have to thank Hubbie and baby girl. They let me do my thing these last few days, escape to quiet rooms of the house, yell at them to not yell, and even run upstairs onto our bed where I could truly be at peace.
I sacrificed a lot. Baby girl’s school work. She did maybe a task a day.
The cooking. It was either Hubbie doing it or grabbing some kind of half-healthy takeaway.
The time. Instead of spending time with my family, I was furiously going over and over and over my manuscript, trying to get it up to the standard I would be okay with, before sending it off for a competition tonight.
Don’t mention the cleaning.
Don’t mention the washing.
Don’t mention the clothes hanging up in the house waiting to be put away.
Don’t mention anything to do with the house!
The phone calls. The jobs I put off. I sacrificed so much, and I would do it all again.
You know what? Because I love it.
When you find that which you’re passionate about, you want to spend as much of your life doing it, right?
If my house, the washing, even some odd jobs have to suffer I WILL TAKE IT.
Because I’d rather be known as ‘that writing gal,’ than the woman who had a clean house.
Really. What is important here?
(Having said all that, I’m actually aching to clean every crevice of the house tomorrow!)
Anyway… the mad rush is over. 88 thousand words have been submitted, and I couldn’t be happier.
It’s not even about whether I win or not. I honestly doubt I will. But I proved to myself that I could hit the deadline, I pushed myself to re-edit and re-structure my novel, and if you think about it, regardless of the results, I am one step closer to getting there.
We had so much love surrounding our big, 50+ minute walk today.
You know, you don’t really know your neighbourhood until you’ve walked through it. Drive all you like, drive high, drive low, drive all day if you wish…
But until you’ve walked…
You just don’t know.
We took time to ponder, plan our home renovations, question plant choices, muck about, and breathe in the lovely fresh air, all while progressing to over 4000 steps, and taking in a whole lot of water views too.
I was looking up books of interest at the local library a while ago, and when I came across a particular title I thought “I must have it.”
I put it on reserve and was happy to finally go in and pick it up today.
Although it says it’s about de-cluttering (and it is) it’s managing clutter based on the principles of feng shui, a topic I’ve been looking into a lot lately.
While baby girl was at school, and Hubbie was beside me watching basketball, I got through about 80 pages of it… sure it’s a small book, but I think I’m making up in my lack of fiction reading by overdosing on non-fiction (that and the subject matter is so intriguing to me).
There’s a lot of psychological issues tied up in accumulating items, being unable to throw things away, and allowing dirt to build up in your home, as well as not tending to things that need repair in the house, all things I’m discovering as I turn page by page.
I’m going to have most of the book read by the end of the week I’m sure, and along with it I’ll have a sure-fire plan to organise and throw out heaps of unnecessary stuff in our house. Watch this space!
And just, not-so-quietly… how great are libraries? Like, you borrow something, enjoy it, and then return it for somebody else to gain satisfaction from…
Can you believe from the hours of 1pm to almost 6pm, with two breaks for lunch and coffee, I spent the time cleaning out and sorting baby girl’s toys?
Ashamedly, not even all of them. Today we tackled the area called the family room – it has the second ‘kid’ TV, my computer and desk where I do ALL my writing, and to the side of me, her ‘small’ play area.
Only it wasn’t so small when we started today. It had grown huge and out of control.
Baby girl was fabulous. Funnily enough, culling toys and taking everything out of boxes to reassess and work out if it needs to go in the throw, keep or donate pile, is actually a fun task for kids when you get them involved… they end up discovering a whole lot of stuff they’d forgotten about. Throughout the day baby girl ended up playing with new and re-discovered toys constantly while I kept interrupting her with “hey, focus… keep or throw?”
I kept her involved, because I like to keep her happy.
But when she goes back to school, I am going to focus on the out of reach spot in her cupboard and those A-Z drawers in her room that she isn’t as well acquainted with…
And cull it all.Mwa ha ha.
Today she was absolutely brilliant in her brutal ability to say ‘throw’ for things that honestly, I hesitated and asked “really?” about too many times that I care to admit.
And to have gotten rid of so much stuff is honestly liberating… and now, EXHAUSTING. 😴
When I think that it’s been about 2 years since our kitchen renovation, with new gadgets installed, I realise that time really does fly.
And this thought makes me feel a teeny tiny bit better, that in all that time, I haven’t given my brand new oven a clean.
Not even one wipe of the inside. Nothing. Zilch.
But there’s been a really deliberate reason for that.
It has the pyrolytic function… which in normal people language means ‘self-cleaning.’
If anything, when we got the oven I was informed to let it get really filthy so I could use the self-cleaning function.
I know. Best advice EVER.
It wasn’t disgusting, filthy even. But there was a lot of grime and oil build up, and having been out of the house for days on end this week, knowing this was our home catch-up day, I knew what job was waiting for me.
(Only it wasn’t my job, it was the oven’s job 😉).
About 5 hours later, the oven was brand spanking new again. No scrubbing, no elbow grease, no chemicals…
Just a damp wipe over to remove the residue burnt off in the process, and voila!