#1642 Day 144 of getting there: Happy August Memories

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 πŸ˜‰

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. πŸ’–πŸ‘πŸŒ…πŸ₯°

#1629 Day 131 of getting there: one step closer

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.

To write.

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.

And one step closer is a great place to be.

#1620 Day 122 of getting there: everything and nothing

While waiting for baby girl to fall asleep tonight, I went over my day…

Looking for gratitude, as I do.

But… hmm. Nothing sprang to mind.

Hey, haven’t I been in this place before?

I sure have. Where there is nothing particularly enlightening or fascinating about the day, but at the same time, nothing is bad.

Things are good. Even amidst all this corona, things are good.

I reviewed some more of my day as I heard her breathing even out.

I had a great day with Hubbie and baby girl. Her home-schooling was finished early so that gave us the whole day to do… whatever.

We organised quotes for around the house. That was exciting (oh how very grown up we are).

I wrote.

I sent emails.

I caught up on STUFF.

I made yummy pasta with parmesan and pepper.

I pat Mister F.

We played Trouble… I won.

I heard from someone who really, didn’t need to call me, but she did… and it meant a lot to know, and feel that she really cared.

That, was lovely. πŸ™‚

But other than that…

Oh, let’s not forget Bachelor in Paradise!

Hugs and kisses from my family.

Cuddling in baby girl’s bed at the end of the night.

And now, just chilling.

It’s nothing in particular. But it all amounts to something.

And these some things, are actually BIG THINGS.

It’s good. I’m happy.

So, I’m still grateful. πŸ™‚

#1528 Day 30 of getting there: 90 minutes

Since all this CV started, my life has been about a few things, and these things SOLELY.

Work.

Homeschool.

Play with dolls in baby girl’s my free time.

That’s it.

Oh no, I lie. There is the cooking, the cleaning, the never-ending washing…

Yeah. Plenty of time for me in those chores. Sigh.

Sure there are benefits to working at home. No traffic. Save money on travel. Eat and drink at home.

Roll out of your bed and wear your trakkies to the desk in the morning.

But just as I am working from home, so too is baby girl schooling from home.

That means that any normal free time I might have had for my writing and personal development during non-work time when she would usually be at school, well it’s now GONE.

Any time I’ve had free… wash the dishes.

“Mum, can you play with my dolls?”

Washing.

What to cook.

“Did you finish that task?”

It’s never-ending.

So today, after finishing work, and then doing the homeschooling thing, a few more odd jobs, and YES, playing with the bloody barbie dolls…

I said to baby girl “now it’s Mummy’s time.”

Now this doesn’t always work. But I try anyway. So many times I’ve proclaimed it’s me time, only to be whinged at, nagged, prodded and pushed, and that’s not even from baby girl. πŸ˜‰

So to be able to sit on the couch with laptop in the fading sunlight, and write, write and write away… for 90 minutes.

90 MINUTES!

Yep.

Well, it felt incredible.

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I was working on a future post… stay tuned for that.

But I felt so light, so free afterwards. So amazing. And I realised, this is the feeling.

This is how you feel, when you know you are doing what you are meant to do.

When you know you are doing your soul’s work.

β™₯

#1526 Day 28 of getting there: the Autumn walk no. 2

We had so much love surrounding our big, 50+ minute walk today.

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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…

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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.

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So good. β™₯

#1459 The book to remove clutter

I was looking up books of interest at the localΒ  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.

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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…

And it’s all for free! πŸ˜πŸ‘

#1439 The toy clean-out

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. 😴

 

 

#1435 The self-cleaning function

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.

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Not even one wipe of the inside. Nothing. Zilch.

Nil.

But there’s been a really deliberate reason for that.

It has the pyrolytic function… which in normal people language means ‘self-cleaning.’

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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 πŸ˜‰).

About 5 hours later, the oven was brand spanking new again. No scrubbing, no elbowΒ  grease, no chemicals…

Just a damp wipe over to remove the residue burnt off in the process, and voila!

My oven looks like this again:

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❀

 

 

#1402 We love Selling Houses

Ha ha. Did that word trickery grab your attention?

To be honest, we don’t have the patience to be doing selling houses as a hobby.

So, we send up watching other people do it…

on TV.

Selling Houses Australia. It’s a show we watch on the lifestyle channel, and it’s become a bit of a weeknight habit, especially on Tuesdays where it leads into hubbies Wednesday day off.

It’s absolutely captivating. You meet some people, who’ve had some run of bad luck in trying to sell their house… something like, a house filled with too much wood that puts off potential buyers… a house with 5 entrances… or a reno that’s lasted 20 years too long.

The team come in, renovate, and it usually sells!

Seeing the transformation gives us plenty of ideas for our own home, comparing the before and after is spectacular, and of course, who doesn’t like ‘tsk tsk tsking’ at mistakes others have made? πŸ˜‚

But don’t watch it… not unless you wanna be SOLD.

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#1177 Changing plans

A day where you end up where you didn’t expect, is honestly as good as a holiday.

Away from the routine. Away from the housework. Away from the same old same old, blah blah blah.

Do it on a school/work night, and shock horror… “you are doing what on a Monday night?” (no less)… tee hee hee. πŸ™‚

Imagine you thought you were going to end up in one place (uh, home?) and then, the night brought you to another location?

With family. Cousins.

And vanilla slice.

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Yep, it is that vanilla slice AGAIN. Any day that ends in vanilla slice, good company and a change of scenery, is happy times for me.

(Don’t forget the coffee).