EHMEGERD dear readers! (I’m allowed to say that, I’m a hipster remember yolo, lol, rofl, lmao (hahaha almost typed lamo… that irony is not lost on me… )) Anywayz… guess what??!! Got an email from the lawyer this morning asking if I’d be ok with moving up the settlement date to the 28th of July. Hmmm geee let me think. UM YEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!
So I promptly updated my desk calendar for the countdown… um and then realised that I miscalculated my countdown so I’ve made a right ole mess of it, musta been high on the sharpie ink 🙂
BUT the important thing is that there are only 27 days to go!!!! Yes, yes I realise that there are electronic countdown apps n whatnot but this is more fun. Nothing’s more satisfying than physically turning the page to a brand spanking new lower number (albeit scrawled out twice). Easily amused, yes indeedy.
I’ve also become a bit of a Gumtree addict lately. I’ve been on a quest for furniture (and bunnies – for compost materials not eating!) as I Freecycled a lot of my stuff before I put it in storage. So far I’ve managed to nab some pretty good bargains but the one thing that’s remained elusive is my dining table. Then again I’m being a lil picky because I want something specific and don’t really want to pay $1000 for the one I want in the shop. I mean it’s a table ffs, why oh why do I have to have such expensive taste hmmmm?
But through my addicted stupor, the site is also pushing my grammar/spelling nazi button like mad (bzzzzzzt bzzzzzzzzzzt). It truly amazes me the amount of people who do not know how to spell “drawers” and instead butcher it with “draws”. The all time classic was a listing for “a chester draws”! oh really… does he now? RAAAGGGE!!! *deep breaths*
oh btw pinch and a punch for the first day of the month hehehe (besides the fact that I wrote this yesterday and it’s actually the 2nd today cuz I forgot to press publish, old age eh it’s a curse)
Wow busy month. I can’t believe how quickly time has flown once again, the month is almost over! Been traveling for work and generally being caught up on office bullshit. We’re going through a downsizing exercise and there have been 80 voluntary redundancies handed out so far with another 20 peeps to go. I’ll know if I’m safe by the 4th of April so please keep your fingers crossed for me. I think I should be okay but you just never know in these times. Thank you budgie balls prime minister….
There hasn’t been much happening on the land search front. It’s pretty quiet in the listings too, the other day was the first day in my year and a bit daily lunchtime trawls that there was nothing to look at at all! I like to look at the really expensive things that come up too just for inspiration but there was NOTHING. I’m just trying to think of it as the calm before the real estate listing storm that I’ll be bombarded with and ultimately MY land will be listed. I’m ready dammit… where are you?! Patience grasshopper…… *takes deep breaths*
I actually drove to work behind a Waffle Pod truck today which reminded me that I hadn’t spoken to you in a while. Seriously awesome to actually see one of their trucks here. I can’t remember if I told you but I did ask Viva if they’ve ever used them and of course their answer was yes 🙂 They’re just that good! Dunno why I bother asking them questions because the answer is always yes or else something even more innovative. Can’t wait to start working with them.
Anyway just wanted to check in with you and make sure you’re alright 🙂 Wish I had some exciting news or something for you… next time I promise. We should talk more about my ideas for the inside mkay? Deal.
Surely there’s a website I can go to to find out… one with a poll or multiple choice questionnaire?? Is there therapy for this??? Trawling through the lunchtime blogs today and I came across this lil article:
I was snickering in anticipation as the page loaded up but as I read on I realised this does actually kinda sounds like me in my current state of impatiently-patient-waiting-for-the-right-piece-of-land-so-I-can-build-a-house. The little selection of blogs you see to your right somewhere in the handy widget is but a sprinkling of the interiors blogs I have bookmarked… and sorted into categories, in folders…. which I keep synched between my work and home computers… hmm.
I feel like addiction’s probably too strong a word for it. I’m not jonesin’ for a fix if I don’t get a daily jab of glossy magazine inspiration or wracked with the shakes if haven’t clicked on my top ten fave blog sites for the day. Yes I maaayyy think about the house and what it will look like every 5-23 seconds of the day and get random furniture ideas which make me spring out of bed at 2:45am to search bleary eyed through the interwebs to see if there’s a YouTube tutorial that shows me how I can make it so I can exorcise the thought out of my head. But that’s just an investment in my future home comforts is it not? Hmmmm.
The fact that I was a little miffed at reading the section on “style files” and that I might just have a little folder of magazine cuttings which I intend to put in a “style file” of my own (not to mention this blog which in a way is one giant “style file”) But to say that they’re *GASP* “regularly containing too much information to be meaningful” and that “clients are encouraged to cull (!!!) their images down to two types – those that they really love, and those they really hate” wtfuckery?? I can only cull down my cherished image collection down to “those I really love” and those “
I REALLY REALLY REALLY TRUELY DECLARE MY UNDYING LOVE AND FIRST BORN CHILD FOR” (bold and underlined thankyouverymuch). Hmmmm.
And did I click on ALL of the links at the bottom of the article with anticipated glee at the new styley goodness awaiting my eyeballs?? um yesss… but but but… the writer, how can she write an article on house porn addiction and then FEED the reader’s alleged addiction with SEVENTEEN sugar coated enticing neon lighted linkages. That’s just mean and cruel and unusual punishment. *sigh*
Maybe there’s a smattering of addiction there. I was in a furniture shop on the weekend and discovered that they had wishbone chairs. I’d never seen one in the fleshy flesh. I was doing a little jig around it (no salaaming and claiming I wasn’t worthy, I promise) and pointing them out to my Mum who just looked at me blankly… as did the overly aggressive sales lady. I felt like standing on the seat and yelling at the top of my lungs “but they’re WISHBONE CHAIRS!!! HANS WEGNER???!! a design classic you heathens!” but I just settled for some quiet eye rolling instead.
Addiction feels like such a dirty word, I don’t like it. Addiction, no. Obsession yes 🙂
Poor lil neglected blog! It’s been positively ages, my apologies, hope you didn’t miss me too much. Things have been super hectic in the last month. Spent a week packing and shifting my stuff into storage and am now ensconced back at my Mum’s house. While I was moving I had some odd moments of looking at all my things after playing a massive game of tetris with them in my storage unit and just feeling really strange that my “life” fits in a 3m x 3m box. As I was talking about in the previous post, the things that define who I am and what I’m about. Pare that all away and it’s just me 🙂
It’s always weird being back with the parental unit but it’s different this time and in all reality I have it pretty good so I have no complaints. Probably the only one is that I miss being alone 🙂 So the house is sold, the money’s in my bank and the new house owners have moved in. Hope they’re enjoying it and are immune to incessant irritating dog barking. I’m enjoying the peace and quiet at my Mum’s. Only thing bugging me there is the carport gate banging in the wind but that’s nothing that a lil foam tape won’t fix!
Other than that just been busy with work work work. And now on to the housey stuff! A friend sent me a link to a straw bale house builder that I hadn’t come across yet:
I really like their philosophy and will probably give them a call to see what we can do. Reading their website has made me start seriously thinking about what I want my house to look like and get down to some of the nitty gritty details.
ooooh which reminds me, did I mention that I’ve found my dream bit of land? 40 mins away from work, mostly bush with a little bit of cleared land and with a giant stretch of river. BUT there are two problems…. 1) they want more than what I want to pay for land (although there are existing unapproved “house” structures on it that I could live in which are actually glorified sheds) 2) they may not accept my offer as it’s on the low end of their price range and c) I may not be able to build my house on it. I went to have a look at it last week and it’s glorious. Very hard not to fall in love with it. I’m going to have to talk to the council to see whether it’s eligible for building approval because the way the agent was talking made it sound like it would be tricky. Not sure why as there are other houses in the valley. The sheds are livable as the current owners have been living in them for the last 9 years but that’s not my “forever home” ideal. So if I can’t build there’s that property out the window 😦 And if I can then that means that I’m going to have to wait a few years before I can afford to build as it’s over my land budget and eats into my house building budget. So… we’ll see….
So I’m about 3/4 packed up… 6 days to go til I have to be out. Just the big furniture things which the movers are taking to storage on Thursday. I’ve been taking boxes of stuff over there already and there’s 43 boxes of stuff lined up against one wall like a giant Tetris puzzle. Funny how when you look at a wall of a boxes and think that it contains your “life”. In a way it’s just stuff. Things that when I look at they make me happy. As I’ve been packing my stuff it’s given me a lot of time to think about the things I’m packing and why I’m keeping them. I do have a hoarding trait but it’s because of my upbringing. Since I was born, this is my 18th move (I think, and not that I remember all of them of course). But I’ve become a pro at moving in a way. And it’s partly the reason that I want my land and to build my house. To plant MY roots. I’ve never felt like I belong anywhere, that anywhere felt like HOME.
When someone asks you “where are you from” how do you answer? The place you’re born? the place you grew up? Your hometown? For me it’s not an easy question to answer. I was born in a foreign land that my parents lived in for a few years, growing up I never lived anywhere for more than 3 or 4 years until I came to Australia when I was 13. And my hometown is the place I live right now by default because it’s the place I’ve lived the longest. I don’t have any affinity to this place other than that. So I guess my quest for land and to build a house on it is in a way my quest to stake a claim in this world and make it mine. And hopefully something that my children will think of as theirs. The future is uncertain but it’s something I hope they will feel.
When I look at the things I’m packing, a lot of them have memories attached and I think that’s why I hold on to them. Because growing up and moving so much I was never allowed to keep things. I feel silly for holding on to two boxes of Barbie stuff but the feelings that are attached with that stuff are so intense that I don’t want to let go of them yet. It’s memories of my childhood and the place I was when I used to play with them every day for hours on end and make clothes and furniture for them. There’s like a golden movie haze that I associate with that time. My Dad built me this giant Barbie house and I was SO thrilled to have it. I remember sneaking down to the basement to watch him build it and wish he’d hurry up so that I could put all my Barbie furniture in it and start playing with it. Like a lot of my childhood toys I don’t remember what happened to it but I can see it so clearly and still treasure it whenever I look at my Barbie stuff.
I guess packing up your stuff stirs things up. Makes you evaluate your life and your “things”. Makes you remember the memories attached to certain items. Funny but I miss my stuff already even though I know it’s all in boxes in a storage warehouse. But the things I own make me happy and dare I say it, define me. They make up my past and present. So with them all locked up in boxes in a warehouse it’s freeing and saddening at the same time. Because it is just stuff and life is made up of more than that.
Anyway I’m insanely tired and as you can read, probably over emotional. Just another step in the journey. More ranting and housey stuff another time.
Have a great day 🙂
An entirely unhouse related post but just wanted to get this out in the open. I think I have an irrational fear of traffic light windscreen washers. You know the guys that hang at the traffic lights with a bucket and squeegee pointing it at you offering to “clean” your window with their grotty water and scummy squeegee in return for some coins? And it’s not exactly a fear because I’m not cowering and having nightmares but they just make me extremely uncomfortable and I’m not entirely sure why. They mostly pass me by after I smile and shake my head ‘no thanks’. But I always get a bit nervous waiting at the lights when there is one there.
I’m sure they’re just trying to make some money in the sunshine and providing an essential service to those who want it. I think that maybe I’m scarred by an experience where I’d smiled and shook my head ‘no thanks’ and he came over and did it anyway then proceeded to demand coinage. What part of ‘no thanks’ wasn’t clear? I can’t remember if I gave him the coins or not. All that being said, I have once, when in a very cheeky mood, waved a $10 note at a particularly cute and muscular windscreen washer and told him that if he did it topless that I’d give him $10. Shameless… I know…. 😀 Best windscreen clean ever.
Really enjoyed this article and found myself nodding my head in a few spots:
It’s kinda what I was getting at in a previous post – making a meaningful contribution to the world on a daily basis. In my previous job I didn’t think what I did was meaningful, in fact I thought it was downright useless. If I stopped what I was doing the world wouldn’t stop turning and people would still go about their normal lives. There was a point to it for my organisation of course but it was pure desk dronery and paper shuffling to me. My new job, which I started in October, is a little different. I feel like am making a contribution to something a bit more important but it still smacks a little of “busywork” in the grand scheme of things.
I like to think of the usefulness aspect in terms of a zombie apocalypse. If shit hits the fan (and the fan is on high) and normal civilisation ended, being an executive desk drone is not very helpful or constructive. You can’t effectively slice a zombie up in a flurry of a thousand papercuts, staple their brains out or stab them in the eye with a hole punch to save your life. Unless you were a prepper during your home time you’re not going to be able to contribute to what remains of society in any beneficial way except for maybe sending out a memo to get the fk out of town and cc-ing in any living people.
Ultimately to me it comes down to striving for meaning vs working a job for money to pay the bills and be a good consumerist. Of course my definition of what is a meaningful job would be different to yours as I’m sure there are some desk drones who love their job and get a massive sense of satisfaction and significance out of it. And if so, good on them. For me I just want something more, I need more meaning and more constructive usefulness. What that is exactly I don’t know yet and I’m still searching for it and a way to survive while doing it. I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up (something I refuse to do by the way) but I guess along the discovery road I want to learn some essential skills so that I’m not killed off or left for dead if SHTF in whatever form that happened to take. And even if it didn’t, just to be a little bit more self reliant and less consumerist works for me while I’m plodding down the road of life.
Anyway my desk is calling – there are some papers to be shuffled.