Property porn

Ooooh, Bayview looks nice ...

In addition to Diet Coke, white wine, curry, David Tennant and gossip, I have another addiction – property. I’ve noticed this addiction waxes and wanes depending on my mental state. When I am calm, collected and relatively happy I can go for months without even thinking about property. When I’m an addled mess, I can spend hours every day perusing property websites, listings and magazines. I become insatiable. I search and I search and I search. (At the height of my work-based anxiety last year, I was checking domain.com.au on the hour.) If something takes my fancy that requires renovation – hurrah! – I’ll print out the floor plan, get a pencil and some tracing paper and start scribbling. This can keep me up at night if I’m really into it. I am your best friend if you are looking for a new house – it gives me a whole new reason to search. I will send you property links I think you might like and I’ll discuss the merits of various houses with you interminably. On average, during my 21 years with Husband, we’ve bought a house every 3.5 years. We’ve been living in our current house for 4 years. I am getting toey. Husband is sick of moving. He likes our current house. It’s large and comfortable. But I can’t help myself. I’ve resumed my love affair with domain.com.au. My passion may be partially fuelled by school holiday induced Family Fatigue Syndrome. (Symptoms previously outlined in a blog sharing the same name. You’ll have to search for it as I’m a computer retard and don’t know how to link it.) Which is problematic, because the longest school holidays of the year fall during the real-estate industry’s annual shut-down. So there’s NOTHING to search, other than shite they couldn’t move before Christmas. That doesn’t stop me sitting in front of the computer pondering increasingly unlikely suburbs – and sending links to Husband, which he ignores – before common sense tells me to STOPPPPPPP. It’s at least two weeks before any decent houses come onto the market in my area. Even then I won’t be able to afford any of them. Adding insult to injury, I’ve just heard our neighbours weren’t allowed to install a pool because our street is a 1 in 100 year flood zone. Dammit. My life is a dark room and I can’t sell it.

One thought on “Property porn

  1. I will definitely be coming to you when we’re looking for a house! I loathe the whole process. Stresses me senseless. (Love that abstruse last line.)

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