When I go quiet on here, it’s usually because there’s stuff going on that I don’t want to talk about it. Not that I usually talk about personal things on here (I don’t, for the most part), but there are times when I just don’t have the headspace to write even the briefest of posts. This has been one of those times.
The biggest angst in the past month or so has been where I live. I rent an absolutely great place in Glebe – it’s takes only about five minutes at ‘Lucy-speed’ (aka: 12-year-old Golden Retriever speed, which is sloooooow) to get to the park, which is right on the water. It’s probably a little big for what I really need, but I have a study, a guest bedroom… even a dressing room. But the biggest thing is the location. I love being so close to the park – Lucy and I go there 2–3 times a day – and I never realised how much I’d love living close to the water (even if I can’t see it from my house).
I moved in at the end of February last year, and despite the leasing agent’s assertion that “the owners really want a long-term tenant” I just had a feeling that it was too good to last. And sure enough, when the agent called the owner to talk about me re-signing for another year, the owner said she was thinking of selling. Knew it.
Because the thought of being without a home is one of my biggest fears, I immediately went out hunting for a new rental property. And I found a gorgeous little place not too far away. Still in Glebe, but not close enough to the park that we could go there every day. And a bit smaller… And with appliances… So a lot of my stuff would have to go into storage. But it was gorgeous and in a nice area, so I applied. And I got it!
Not five minutes after the agent called to tell me I’d gotten my new place, my current agent called to say that the owner had decided not to sell and I could re-sign for 12 more months. I did it in a heartbeat.
So that is one thing off my mind – I’m here for the next 12 months, and extraordinarily happy about it. The thought of having to pack and move and clean and put everything in storage was a bit overwhelming. I know I’ll probably have to do it in 12 months, but at least I have one more year here. When I go down to the park and look across the water to see the Anzac and Sydney Harbour Bridges, wind in my face and the scent of the water in the air, I think about how incredibly lucky I am to have the life that I do.