|The Real Estate Agents picture - this is what we saw that special day.|
On our way to a friends for a New Years Day BBQ 2010, we took a detour to just 'check out the area'. We both saw this house, set right back on a few acres of grass, a farmhouse nestled in trees with wide verandas and everything we both always loved. As we drove along the road frontage we excitedly said to each other that this was exactly the type of house we wanted. At the very edge of the land, near the driveway I saw this sign out of the corner of my eye.
"Stop" I yelled ... It said 'For Sale'.
We discounted it. Sadly but resignedly, this area was WAY out of our price range. On the way to our friends, we dreamed and let our imaginations run wild that one day we would buy some land and build that type of house on it. We felt happy to have just seen a perfect example of what we could achieve one day. It was great Mr K and I felt the same way and had the same vision. This was enough. Of course, this didn't stop me having a little fantasy, somehow finding the money and imagining myself living there. Fantasy is what I lived on.
|Closest picture I can find that represents what was in my head. Even this doesn't compare to my special place now!|
At the BBQ, Mr K and I were still enamored by the vision, so of course we mentioned it to our hosts, one of which was in real estate. She said, why don't you phone up the agents and see what they are asking for it. My stomach turned over at this comment - excitement that we would ever entertain this step and dread that my fantasy would be extinguished by confirmation this was out of our league. Its the same reasoning I give when I have lotto tickets which I never check - I don't want to confirm the end of the fantasy by finding out for sure its not a winner.
But we did make that phone call, and I watched Mr K's face closely for a clue. He had his poker face on, so when he got off the phone and gave a listing price that was a lot less than I had ever hoped, I was like a eight year old just told I was going to the Royal Show with $5 pocket money! Our real estate host friend, in true fashion, then fueled and facilitated the fantasy and the rest of this story has a happy ending which I have written about before. It was also the birth of this blog.
- Its the Little Things
- My Place
- Dear Santa, I Wanna Poneeee for christmas
- 150 Posts
- Today was first time in ages
- Mop Up Day
- Building Stable Yards and Doors
- Demolition Day
- Planning Day
- Farm Day
- Bonfire Night
- Aww Gawd, is it Monday already?
- Progress so far
- Being kind comes back to you
- We have a special visitor today
- Where we are at now
- Wow! What Week
- So how's the Journey so far?
- Poached egg for breakfast
Today I can say that the waiting, at least, has an end date!
That strange marker of all things new, Christmas* 2014, is the date we have given ourselves to have moved in by. This property has a special place, a little magic corner that everyone who goes there says the same thing ... "this would be a great place to have long, leisurely lunches."
Time for plans. And where better to share them than this blog and all the wonderful readers who have shared this journey.
|Mr K and my Dad having 'lunch' by the stream after a hard days work on the stables.|
* strange for an atheist like me