Only 1.5 weeks ago on a Saturday morning, my Dad and I raced through the rain to try and get my 7 seater couch into my new house before it got saturated. We failed dismally, and when we reached the new place the couch remained in the garage for several days drying off before it made it into the living room. We also battled to get a bed frame and mattress through the downpour, and had much more success with that, but it still needed a good session with the hairdryers before it was ready for use.
Thus was the beginning of my adventure in living in a share house.
The house I live in is great. I have a nice sized room; enough to have a queen sized bed, desk and dresser drawers, and a small inbuilt cupboard. Given that I don’t have many clothes anyway the drawers and wardrobe provide sufficient storage for my threads. Across the hall from my room are two more bedrooms that will be occupied by other housemates once they move in, and the actual home owner (also a housemate) has a bedroom at the front of the house (with her own ensuite, I’ll be sharing a bathroom with two others).
The only thing that has been a sticking point for me since moving out was that I had to give up one of my two dogs. If you know me well enough, you would know that I absolutely adore my two dogs, Turbo and Missy. Turbo is a staffy x kelpie that we got from the animal refuge way back in 2003. He was estimated to be between 6 – 12 months at the time. Missy was obtained at the beginning of 2010 at just 5 weeks of age, and is a lab cross something; we still don’t know who it was that “accessed” her mum. We suspect it was a gorgeous cattle dog though, who was one of the most beautiful dogs that I have ever seen. I certainly wouldn’t be disappointed if it was him!
The two of them when Missy was a pup, she's much taller than him now!
