A year ago this week, I got the deeds to my seventh property, the first one with just my name on the title.
It was a bittersweet day.
I was excited to have something that was all my own, to decorate however I pleased, renovate how I choose.
But it was also a stark reminder that I was on my own in the big, bad world. Everything that went right or wrong would be my responsibility.
I can remember worrying that I wouldn’t like the house when I saw it again, that it wouldn’t feel like home. It was just a modest, little thing, on a busy road, with ochre-sponged walls.
But I soon loved it far more than my previous, fancier home.
It’s also fallen a bit to rack and ruin over the past 12 months. Maintaining it on my own while working has been a bit beyond me. I have trouble finding time to mop the floor, let alone weed the garden.
I’ve put out a few feelers for a gardener to do it for me, especially now I’m working full-time.
I’ve also been madly scribbling renovation plans on bits of photocopying paper, for that moment when I win the lottery. I’m not quite sure how I’ll win the lottery since I haven’t bought a ticket in months, but anyways …
This is the plan I have in mind for turning my house into a fancy-pants four-bedroom-plus-study glamour abode …
The only extensions are to enclose the back undercover area as a kitchen/dining room, add the deck and build a carport/garage (since the current garage will become another bedroom). The rest of it is within the existing walls.
I’m very excited about my scribbled plan, I reckon it’s a good-un. There would be flasher ways to do it, but I don’t want to over-capitalise.
I’m thinking about getting some extra dosh on my mortage so I can do a few bits and pieces. DD reckons I should go for a new bathroom, but where’s the fun in that? The kids and I are perfectly happy with the crappy old one.
I’ve decided the thing that would give me the most pleasure is doing up the backyard and building the back deck.
So if my health problems abate and life starts to run a bit more smoothly, I’m going to get a few quotes in the new year.
If I don’t go ahead, I still love my little house. It’s been the perfect bolt-hole post-separation. It cocoons me when I’m alone, and has such a happy vibe when my daughters are here to share it with me.
If you could do a bit of renovating around your place, what would be the first thing on your list?
Song of the day: Madness “Our house”