a great relief
We Boots have a new home!
Details were finalised last Friday. Julian will receive the keys next Monday. The furniture and ME will arrive the Monday after. And hopefully by the end of that week, I’ll have unpacked and set up most of our home.
I am beside myself with relief and happiness. Isn’t it sweet?! It’s a 1920s Californian Bungalow. Double brick. Three bedrooms (1 for Julian and I, 1 for Abigail, 1 for guests). A living room. A dining room. A HUGE kitchen with a breakfast nook. A laundry (this is a true novelty for us Queensland folk – our laundrys are traditionally under the house in the dirt and wet!). A double garage and workshop (for Julian’s bicycle building). And … are you ready for this … a wee sewing studio/house in the corner of the back garden. :-) Eeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!
There are so many gorgeous features …. a dear little, sun-filled front porch with gorgeous columns entwined with leaves.
A soaring chimney (on a wee note of disappointment – the fireplaces have been filled in – never mind – at least we have fireplaces and beautiful art deco mantlepieces).
Roses and roses and more roses …
A wall of jasmine – this is incredibly delightful for me, as the blooming of the jasmine each spring is one of my favourite moments in the Brisbane year, and thus will help me feel a little less homesick.
And – this is awfully exciting! – we are within walking distance of two wonderful little shopping strips. 10 minutes walk to the left and we find a Kosher Danish bakery, a chocolate cafe, and a bicycle shop (Julian is in awe). 10 minutes walk the other way, and there’s a grocery store, fruit and veg store, newsagent, post office, cafes, restaurants, train station and even a wee thrift shop! I will be able to walk my cheerful pink shopping trolley up to the shops each morning and buy our fresh food. Awesome!
It’s utterly wonderful. And our sweet little house even has a name – Rehutai. I googled it and apparently Rehutai belongs to a Maori myth. She was one of twin sisters who both loved the same brave warrior. One day, whilst collecting water, Rehutai’s sister muddied the water and ran back to the village. Rehutai waited patiently for the water to clear before filling the water gourds. When she returned to the village, her sister had taken the cloak of the brave warrior – which meant they were married. In sorrow, Rehutai ran away. She climbed to the top of a nearby mountain where she sat in the mist and was never seen again.
It is a sad tale – not sure what significance it has for our home. :-) Perhaps it is a reminder to do the right thing, even though it may cost us what we long for. Who knows!
I do know that I feel so excited about what is coming up in the next few weeks. I will be SO busy and there is so much to do. But it is good busy-ness and I know that we will have wonderful family times in this new home.