Oh yes they do. One the eve of my darling second borns 6th birthday, I’m contemplating things.
Things like where have the last 6 years gone? During that 6 years I have been 30, which now seems young and given birth to two more children. I’ve worked full-time, worked part-time, been a stay at home mum, moved to Singapore and then back again to Auckland and had a few dramas go down with dodgy tradesmen.
I have made some amazing new friends and held onto some fabulous old ones including the one that lets me lock the door at night.
There was a time when ‘he who earns the money’ and I were well known for moving house. When we bought our first little house in Grey Lynn we very unaware we were ‘astutely buying’. When 2 years later we upgraded to a beautiful villa down the road, we were stuck with the first house only as it had devalued so much we couldn’t afford to sell it. Fancy that in Grey Lynn aye! Amazing how time changes, because 5 years later we caught the lifestyler bug and sold both for a ridiculously high amount and irrationally bought a 26 acre block out in Woodhill.
On the face of it, it seemed perfect, massive house, massive garage, massive pool, massive land! As people who struggled to mow even an average sized city lawn we were doomed from the start. To top it off a bad bout of food poisoning which turned out to be Isabella and a trip back in time to the very outdated Helensville; we realised we were citysiders (so clique I know!) We lasted 3 months, though it must be stated ‘he who earns the money’ is convinced is was only 6 weeks…….
Off to Mt Eden we went. To a very 80’s villa on a small site, where alot of money later, during which isabella arrived, our little villa became a beautiful modern home. Let me tell you, a 6 month old spewing all over our new carpet makes you realise pretty fast a new house isn’t ideal with a chucky bubby.
Which brings me back to this old 100 year old house whose walls aren’t plumb, where a family lives and loves.
Our plans are still in at Council, and while I’d usually be pacing the floor, pulling my hair out, waiting for the phone to ring with the ‘thumbs up’, I feel strangely relaxed. Yes, ME, relaxed!!!!
The Council came back to us last week with the update that we are in a flood zone. A flood zone you say? We have been in the happy position of having to lift the extension up to the height of the rest of the house. My dreams of walking straight out to the grass are now replaced by something else, don’t know what yet but I’m sure it will work itself out.