After about three weeks of looking, and a few applications the boy and I (little one and the puppy) have somewhere to move too. It was a little more complicated than last time, before we just wanted some type of garden (we were looking to get a pet) and only needed two bedrooms. this time, we needed a place that would accept a dog, had a nice kitchen, was close to work for us and three bedrooms. Oh, and didn’t cost double what we are at the moment.
I have to say two weeks in I got panicked and stressed, what do you do when your lease ends and you haven’t been successful in finding a new place?
The boy visited a few places without me, and put some applications in, I saw some with him and handed in more applications. It gets quickly worrying when people email or call saying the house has just got rented. We started looking at two bedrooms houses, smaller houses, pricey houses, etc. The boy went and saw a house, application already filled and handed it down. The next day his boss received a phone call, for a reference. The next thing I knew, we had a house. In our price range, big backyard, brand new kitchen, three bedrooms and accepts our puppy.

The next thing I kind of remember is packing some things, and it being Saturday having a few hours to get all our big things to our new house. The boy and I moved a few large things, and the rest was moved by the boy, his brother and dad. The problem with us not packing properly and just worrying about the large stuff, is the old place is a mess. The new place has some of our stuff, but there are random things I realise I’ve forgotten (like my hairbrush… It’s slowly getting there, the lounge is nearly set up, the little one’s room is completely done.

I already miss the old place, this isn’t quite home yet. No Internet, no Foxtel, and it’s just different. It’s carpet instead of floorboards, those silly little things. Mainly it’s the fact my little Paul Anka isn’t allowed inside. We’ve spend hours outside with him, playing ball with him, cuddling with him, but there’s something missing when we sit down to watch TV and there is no Paulie cuddled up on the couch. He seems to be getting used to it, it’s the second day and he has stopped crying all the time. I don’t think I’ve quite gotten used to the fact he can’t sleep on the end of my bed. There was something calming about my little normally active dog being so tired that he can’t move his head off my legs. The heart wrenching whines did not help at all. He’ll be okay, won’t he?

It’s a great house, and it’s great for us, it’s now all about making it home, rather than someone else’s house. This has made me more positive that this will be the last time I move to another rental house, the next time I move it will be into my own house, the boy agrees completely.

Related posts:

1. An Elephant House.
2. House on the brain.
3. The drama!
4. Time to move.
5. The silence, it hurts.