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You know what? This is my three-hundredth post. How about that. I would have got here sooner, but I’ve been busy. What with buying a house and moving and all.

Yep, Mr. T and I have finally bitten the bullet in Melbourne and purchased a house. Looking back I’m surprised I didn’t talk about all the many many weekends driving around looking at houses, complete with Mr. T’s carefully annotated spreadsheet of places in open-home-time order which we had to visit. I still have it – there is a column for comments, in which I have attempted to jot notes to remind myself which house is which. A couple of them just say things like “scary” and “bad renovation” and my favourite, “omg drug house” which… OK, can you tell we didn’t want to spend much money here? Not that we COULD spend much money, but in fact if we were willing to go with what the banks were willing to lend (“Sure, we think a monthly mortgage repayment of 1.5 people’s salary is totally manageable!”) we could be set up in a very nice mansion indeed. Of course, I wouldn’t be able to sleep, what with worrying about the mortgage and all, so we went for a more manageable (yet still SHITKICKINGLY expensive) option and ended up here, bayside on the wrong side of the Westgate Bridge.

That’s right, you heard it here first. I am. a. WESTIE. Also, I need to buy moccasins. And possibly trackie daks. We are in an old suburb, about 1km from the beach, in a brick house, and it’s a cross between liveable and a fixer-upper. We are pretty pleased. The dog is happy. The cat is unmoved (and yes I lost him outside for a few heart-stopping hours – things never go smoothly with the cat and moving). I have put off writing this for so long in the theory there will be photos… but I can’t find my memory card reader and since there are still boxes everywhere I can’t see it happening for a while. The kitchen is unpacked (LOVE the kitchen) and everything else is on hold under the premise that we might be replacing the carpets. Also, I just can’t be bothered unpacking any more. Oh look, I found a photo:

House keys.
Next post: Why I need hundreds of house keys.

8 comments to busybusybusy

  • You are so totally grown-up now.

    Congratulations.

  • sarah

    congratulations!

    Tyler and I have started the same journey. He purchased a map of suburbia (inc. outer suburbs) and we have pinned out the section we want to live in and how many km’s from the city. Mayybe after Ty’s pay rise in April we can afford to move out!

    hope you liked the youtubin.

  • Wow, congratulations. Looking forward to photos whenever they eventuate.

  • Mal

    CONGRATS! How exciting! exciting times… glad the cat found its feet again tho. cats and moving… whew! Not a good combination, is it?
    Near the BEACH? That sounds good! I’m like 200 kms from the nearest beach, so whatever you might be close to makes me ENVIOUS! hahahaaa.

    But seriously – congratulations.

    And, once again – thank so very much for your very generous gift. I am still overawed!

    Cyalayta
    Mal :)

  • Laylabean

    Congratulations and all that! I’m excited for you and terribly jealous of your beach proximity.

    Thanks for making my morning with the cat/unmoved pun. HA!

  • Better a Westie than a SOYbean (South of Yarra… ugghh, shudder)

    hehehe

    Hearty hearty congrats from a dedicated NOY reader who can only dream of ever owning a house any side of the river or city.

  • Congratulations and let the ‘do-it-yourselfing’ begin! I know how to lay tile, do plumbing (though it makes me curse) and paint…do you think that warrants a trip ‘down-under’?

  • Congrats! We definitely need a photo of mocs and trakkies.

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