I’ve been checking out Newcastle’s real estate market for a few months now. At first I was a little appalled at how much more expensive it seemed to be but then I reasoned it must be because of its proximity to Sydney. What I didn’t count on was how fierce the demand was to live in these parts.
Back home in Queensland I considered myself fortunate to live in a neighbourhood where 4-5 week sales are normal. Here, it’s 4-5 DAYS. That’s right, they go that quickly.
I’ve been treating it like looking for a job. Every morning and night I hop online and look for new properties spanning several suburbs. Often by the time I’ve called they’ve already had one or more offers in. I tend to ask Hubby about the different suburbs I haven’t heard of that crop up in the search, to which his reply can range from “really nice” (meaning too expensive for us) to “a bit methy”. So yeah, the search can get stalled sometimes.
While our original plan was not to rush into buying something I can’t help but feeling the urge to nest, and nest BIG TIME (see, capitals and everything). I feel so unsettled in this rental house because I know we will be moving on at some point. It also unnerves me slightly that the neighbours – although quiet – can look directly into our house and yard. I feel extremely self conscious. Hubby on the other hand has taken to brazenly strutting around the living area in his holey underpants. I think he enjoys the thrill somewhat.
This house is fine and I’m totally going off first world problems, like the precarious shower where you have to adjust the curtain exactly right otherwise the extractor fan sucks it out causing a mini tidal wave to splash all over the bathroom. The other option is to keep the fan off in which case the water sucks the curtain inwards and keeps it stuck to you throughout the duration of your wash. I have a morbid fear of shower curtains touching me so it has become rather daunting to say the least. Shaving my legs was a complete nightmare so I’m afraid I have no other choice but to wait until we’ve moved before attempting it again.
I don’t know. I just desperately want to feel settled again and I just don’t. I want to unpack properly and hang my pictures on the wall. I want to be able to say that Little Man’s room is his without knowing that we’ll be asking him to move again soon. I just want to be in my own home again, making decor changes and planning what we could do in the garden or to make the property better – to add our touch to it. I feel very much in limbo. I’m sure most of this is coming from the huge move we’ve just done, the fact I’m pregnant and the uncertainty of, well, everything.
I’m still keeping my fingers crossed a property that is perfect for us comes on the market soon. I’d love to be in for Christmas or at least the end of January. That’d give me at least two weeks to unpack everything in case the twins come early! I bet you’re looking forward to them posts, huh?
Until next time,