It's only three sleeps away and the excitement I thought I would feel is yet to kick it. I went to inspect the home I have just purchased this afternoon and I was overwhelmed to say the least.
With three days to go, the tenants have left a mess and I felt dirty just walking in. Grease, grime, abandoned furniture, shabby fridge not even worthy of the worst kind of leftovers.
The impending prospect of being in my own home again after parting with my own…. a casualty of a divorce and marriage to a financial and emotional train wreck, is to say the least, exhilarating. After losing so much, it is such a humbling and inspiring time. New beginnings, excitement, vision and future.
However, the prospect of packing, painting, cleaning, working, home readers, two trips to Lake Barrington for Regatta's in the never-ending rowing season, lunches to pack, social engagements to attend, kids parties to participate in…. is just freaking exhausting!
Thankfully, I'm armed with my 'trusted men' (think Nicole Kidman in Australia). Painter A and Handyman M…. who I am certain will come to my rescue. They are of course more apprehensive than I...but after we chewed the fat this afternoon, made some plans, commented on the enormity of the task at hand, I wrapped it up with my enthusiastic and romantic take on the vision of the project and how fabulous it would all look once I pulled it together…..
I think they are gradually coming on board.
So much work to do and some interesting objects to deciper.
On the inside….I was shaking. WTF have I got myself into. ???? But a project manager must never show weakness…not even in the face of potentially what could be the remains of a drug lab in the ceiling, a renegade, eleventh hour squatter climbing out the downstairs window (note to self…install new locks) reluctant to part with his prime Sandy Bay water view location.
That was the moment I needed to do some quick thinking to trick my brain into action, quell the alarm bells ringing with vigour in my mind……
Slowly…I opened the door adjacent the kitchen and took a long, deep breath and surveyed my surroundings.
After a deep breath… a knowing glance directed at the real estate agent and my courage is re-born.
So it's not too shabby after all. The work will get done, Autumn will come, the fire will get stoked and the dream will be given life. In the meantime, I look forward to the short term reward for settlement day with my best girls.
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