My head is spinning. So much has happened in the last 7 days. This time last week I was distraught at the prospect of having to move AGAIN (3rd time in 3 years). Our lease expired last Monday and I got a call from the agent that day advising that the owner was selling.
I instantly went into 'losing my shit' mode.
The agent tried to reassure me that it wasn't a 'fait accompli'. We may be able to stay, if an investor buys it. But, that would still mean a 'Home Open' every f/night and us hanging by a thread not knowing what the future would bring.
Well fuck that!
I decided to take my power back and pre-empt any move. I started looking Tuesday. I wasn't sure if it was the right decision, but ex-hubby stepped up and said he'd pay for the move so I thought I'd roll with it. And I'm so glad I did.
We are moving 'home' :o)
Eight years ago when I split with my husband, I moved up from a semi-rural area to an inner city suburb. It was a big move. It was scary, and I felt completely alone...but not for long.
I moved into a little street that leads to a park. But this wasn't just any street. This was a street where the neighbours care. They want to know you. They hang about on the verge and chat, day or night. The kids play on anyone's front lawn, at any time, even if you are not home. There was 'the tree' - a beautiful climbing tree that swallowed up several children at a time. On summer days when there wasn't a sign of a single child in the street, if you stood under that tree, a faint giggling could be heard. It was a good street.
My next door neighbours were the BEST. A couple in their sixties who acted as surrogate grandparents for my two (who were 3 and 6 when we moved in). They looked after me through my hip injury, took me shopping, to the physio and made sure the kids got to school. I sat with them and held their hands when their baby grand daughter died. They were like family.
We lived in that street for six years. I'll always consider it where the kids 'grew up'. And then, one day, we had to leave.
That was 3 years ago. We've still kept in contact but it's not been the same..until now. I found a house..right next door to where I lived before - in the street!
We are so excited! The house had only been advertised that day when I found it online. The owners had spent two weeks re-painting, putting in new window coverings and getting the landscaping organised. It's a great little house (and I knew I was going to take it straight away as I'd been in that house a hundred times before). Yesterday the agent confirmed my application was successful.
I drove down the street on the weekend. Word had gotten around that we were coming home. One of my old/new neighbours spotted the car and rushed out to get the gos' on whether we were really moving back. It was a beautiful feeling...no really, it was gorgeous.
I'd been worrying whether it was the right decision, as the house is a little more than I can afford, but after the greeting I received and the excitement on my 'family's' faces, I knew this was going to be a wonderful thing for me and the kids.
So, I've been running around like a woman possessed and I've got most things sorted. Removalists - TICK, electricity - TICK, gas - TICK, phone - TICK...now it's just.........the packing.
Here we go again......