There is now only 14 days to go until we move into the new house. It’s kind of amazing and real, exciting and scary all at the same time.
The big thing I’ve been noticing though is how damn emotional I’m getting over every little thing!
Last week we had our official walk through, pre-key handover inspection. It went fab of course, with only a few minor things to fix. But as I’m standing there looking around at it all, I realized that this will soon be where I wake every morning, where I come home to in the evening and most importantly where I watch my life with Mr D and Mister L unfold.
It hit me again later on the weekend, standing in the living room with Mum, discussing lounge locations and such. It was fun, but there was a moment where I looked over at L peeking out the window and I could just see the Christmas tree there, with him checking out the pressies and glittering lights.
Then there was yesterday, reversing down the driveway at our current place in Northam, when I realized that in just two short weeks I’ll be making that drive one final time. Probably with a cat, dog, baby and s**t load of boxes in tow.
This isn’t the first time we’ve built a house, but this time is different I suppose. This time it’s not just buying a house in the burbs of Perth with the idea that this will do for the next few years.
This house is the culmination of the last 7 years.
- It’s every time we drove from Perth to Toodyay on a Friday night so we could make the most out of coming home for the weekend.
- It’s realizing that Perth is not all it’s cracked up to be and that with the exception of our careers it didn’t offer us much (well if you ignore the short drive to the beach, which is always a plus in my mind!!)
- It’s admitting that we, two country kids, actually hate city living and peak hour traffic and constant road works and noisy neighbours and planes and trains and police sirens at midnight.
- It’s admitting that we actually want the very thing we claimed to hate as teenagers. Wide open spaces, peace and tranquility.
- It’s recognizing that the way we grew up (on farms) is so much more appealing than the way city kids are brought up (not saying there’s anything inherently wrong with it, but it can definitely be lacking).
- It’s recognizing that walking down a small town’s main street and recognizing everyone you see, having a chat with your Year 4 teacher (who could very well end up teaching your own son one day, yup I’m looking at you Mr C!) or running into an old school mate is actually pretty awesome. I mean as they say, it takes a village right?
It was all of these things and so much more, that made us want to move home back to the country, where we quite obviously belong. So yeah, it really does feel different this time around.
It feels final.
It feels like coming home.
We’re down to the business end of things this week, with the Bank Valuer coming out so the final payment can be made and then we get the keys! Then the fun can really start with the painters and floors both due to go in week after next, followed by the arduous task of packing and moving house.
Gah, I hate packing!! But at least we’re not moving far this time around 😉
Ciao for now folks, xxx