Last weekend, Man and I began our search for a family home.
2 x bedroom
1 x bath
1 x garage
1 x yard
We drove around and looked at a handful of houses. We loved two, but fell in love with one in particular. If any of you have ever gone to an open house, whether you were renting or buying, you will understand when I say: as soon as we walked into this one particular house, it felt like home.
Immediately, we could each picture ourselves within the house’s walls. As we walked through each of the rooms, what we could see for each of them was as clear as if our furniture was already making divots in the carpets.
As soon as we got home, we gathered all of our required information and applied.
This morning I can very happily and excitedly say that our application was accepted and our deposit has been paid and we now have our very first family home.
At first I considered us very ‘lucky’ to have secured this rental property after only one weekend of viewings. However, it isn’t luck, Man and I have both worked really hard over the last few years – separately in our own lives and together as a couple – and that is why our application was accepted straight off the bat. I have worked tirelessly to be able to keep my apartment over the last two years, and have taken great care in looking after it. Man works extremely hard and is an absolutely ideal candidate for a rental property on every single front. We were audacious enough to apply only a few hours after seeing the place, and we put a lot of effort and hustle into our application.
Luck has absolutely nothing to do with it.
After what has been a difficult year (and I promise that I will stop mentioning that soon, in time), getting this beautiful home is a huge win for us. Since we found out, Man and I have been messaging each other with the ideas that we both cannot wait to implement. And, no matter what he says, I know that he will appreciate the fairy lights I want to string up above our deck – it will look fucking fantastic. PLEASE NOTE: the title image of this piece is our new deck and you are lying to yourself if you say you can't picture fairy lights hanging on and around that frame.. LYING. TO. YOURSELF.
And don’t even get us started on the nursery. Seriously, I don’t think I have ever been more excited about decorating a room before – and the only thing stopping me from heading to Kmart this exact moment is that we are still five weeks away from CONFIRMING that Bubba is, in fact, a boy.
As you can imagine though, I already have a mental list of things that I would like for the new place. We definitely need new plates and bowls. I would like one of those city road map play mat carpet rug things for Bubba’s playroom. As we are having a brand new deck installed, pot plants will be required (and then all responsibility relinquished happily to Man as his thumbs are green and mine are most certainly not). And, for said new deck, a simple outdoor setting where we will host barbeques and dinners and lunches, as well as being my most favourite spot to sit in the sun and read the paper of a weekend. Yes. Are you starting to see why we are both so excited?
Though I love my apartment, I am very much done there. Over the last two years it has been such a sanctuary for me. No matter how messy life got, I had my own space to simply sit and be. So far, it is where I have done the most growing, personally. I have had breakdowns and breakthroughs there. I have hosted book club meetings there, and constructed and baked my first ever gingerbread house from scratch in its kitchen. I brought home my first ever pet to that apartment. I will miss waking up to the sounds of the gum trees directly outside my window, bending tenuously in the breeze, leaves rustling loudly. I will miss the twenty-odd cockatoos that populate my windowsills and balcony every afternoon as the afternoon sky burns a brilliant orange. I will miss standing at the sink and looking out towards the water that glistens beneath sunlight and is a dull, murky green on an overcast day. I will my gas cooktop (like, really miss it) and my oven that was way too efficient (seriously – just a few short days ago Man had to disable the smoke alarm temporarily because our grilled cheese burned to a crisp in a few quick minutes) (my hair smelt like carbon and broken dreams).
What I am gaining does not even compare to those small details I am going to miss. Man and I have our first family home. I am gaining a new roommate whom I completely adore and a German shepherd who is just about the most beautiful creature on this Earth. I am gaining a beautiful yard that will soon be filled with gurgled laughter, followed closely by Man’s and my own I’m sure. I am gaining our very own internal laundry. I am gaining a bathtub, something that I haven’t had the luxury of in years. I am gaining a new address, a new suburb, and a new beginning of sorts. Most importantly though, Man and I, with this new venture are stepping into our new lives as a family, as a couple and as the people we have grown into since coming into each other’s lives.
Today? Well, today is a damn good day.