A couple of weeks ago, when I was still without Internet, I wrote the following post and never ended up posting it. I thought that it was about time.
Our new house from the road. |
I have a love-hate relationship with moving, as I think many
people would have. You see, I love the excitement that comes with a new house,
trying to decide where things will go, buying new curtains and odds and ends to
make a house a home. But the act of moving itself is both stressful and
exhausting. This time was no different.
Our lounge before the lounge suite arrived. |
Considering the number of times that I have moved over the
last couple of years, I thought that I was becoming quite the expert. I moved
from Cape Town to Grahamstown, from res to my digs on Cross street, from Cross
street to Grant's digs on African street (even if it was only for 12 days),
from African street back to Cape Town, from Cape Town to Korea, from Korea back
to Cape Town and from Cape Town back to African street. Each time boxes were
packed, cars were filled and the moving took place within a few hours. There
were odds and ends to buy – a computer when I moved into res, a bed when I
moved into digs, etc – and then there was unpacking and settling in, which
would always take a few days. I thought I had the packing up, moving and
unpacking thing down to a T. I was wrong.
What is to become Grant's bar. |
First of all, while you can prepare and pack in advance,
there are some things that you cannot control. Take our situation for example.
I had been well prepared and had arranged with the previous tenants that we
could start moving in the weekend before the actual move. You know, just taking
over some boxes to make things on the day a bit easier. They were moving out on
the Saturday into the home that they were building for themselves, and so I had
phoned a month before and arranged that someone would be there on Sunday so
that we could bring in some of our stuff. Awesome planning ahead, I thought!
And then the Friday rolled around. Two days before we were supposed to get
moving, I phoned the tenant to make sure that everything was going according to
plan. And it wasn't. Due to recent rains, their house was not finished which
meant that they couldn't start moving out and we couldn't start moving in.
Which meant that Thursday was going to be a busy busy day. So much for my
master plan.
Our kitchen (a slightly wonky photo, I admit). |
And then Thursday dawned. And due to pure laziness on all of
our parts (me being no exception) we were not finished packing. Not only that,
but the weather decided to play a cruel joke on us and, despite the beautifully
boiling Summer day that had graced us on Wednesday, we were woken up on
Thursday at 6:30am by thunder, lightning and torrential rainfall. Perfect
moving weather, no? It wreaked havoc with the moving process, as things like
beds needed to be move in the brief gaps between downpours. And so, as the boys
(Grant and Jono) braved the weather, I was left behind in the house to finish
off the packing and look after the Puddims who was most perturbed by the
movement all around him and his favourite play toys (ie. Our belongings) being
packed up and shipped out. By 5pm, nine hours after we started, we were ready
to make a final trip with our last few bits and bobs and Puddims and were all
soaked to the bone.
The bedroom that Grant and I share (Jono's was a mess and the study was where Natalie was staying, so photos of these will need to come later.) |
And then the fun started as we began to explore our new
home. When we made the decision to rent the house, it was on a whim. We had
taken a five minute tour around the
place and decided that it was the best we were going to get, and so we
said we'd take it. That was way back in August, and we hadn't seen the place
since. Our vision of what it was like was starting to become blurred, and I was
getting nervous that the house was not going to be all that I had imagined. And
then we arrived. Now, no house is ideal, but this one is pretty close to
perfect for us. Sure, the carpets are a bit grubby, sure there was a cockroach
or two in the cupboard that made my skin crawl, but these were minor
irritations compared to the pleasure of having a giant garden, a large lounge,
a dining room/bar, a kitchen big enough to fit a dining room table and chairs
and enough cupboard space for an army.
Our en-suite bathroom. |
The house is not particularly modern, and the rooms are a
fair amount smaller than what we are used to, but there are other benefits to
staying in this house. Benefits like a gorgeous, modern, recently renovated
en-suite bathroom which may be small, but is absolutely beautiful. Benefits
like a patio perfect for a braai even when it is raining (we tested it – it
works!) Benefits like a garage to park our cars in. And finally, benefits like
two stunning gardens – one in the front and one in the back – filled with fruit
trees and flowers. I had forgotten just how big the garden was, and walking
around the back of the house, I was amazed at just how much space there was.
The garden at our house in African street was not particularly small, but
compared to this it was piddling. We have lemon trees galore, a plum tree, a
peach tree and, I suspect, an orange tree. Mike (Beans) is also fairly sure
that we have a nectarine tree buried in amidst the others. On top of that we
have gooseberries, chives, a small hibiscus, a strelitzia and a tree around
front that has the most beautiful white flowers. We also have numerous palms
and a loquat tree that reminds me of home. Oh, and did I mention that we are
paying less rent here than we were before?
Anyway, enough of the bragging and on to the stories. After
a stressful day of moving, packing and unpacking I had a nice early night
since, unlike the boys, I had to be at work on Friday morning. It was the last
thing that I wanted to do, but I made my way into the office and sat down to
the longest day of work ever. It was almost impossible to concentrate as in
between answering phone calls and emails, there were the phone calls from Grant
himself, first in excitement that Puddims had used his catbox (we had been
worried that he had found somewhere in the house when we woke up on Friday morning to find the litter
untouched), and then to ask about phone numbers and furniture. At lunch I met
up with the boys for a bit of furniture shopping. One aspect of the house that
can be considered as a downfall is that we have to buy all of our furniture as
the house is completely unfurnished and has only come with a stove/oven that does
not work very well. This does mean that we get to pick the furniture and move
it with us when we move houses, but it is also incredibly expensive decking a
house out, and my photography studio is going to have to wait a few months
until we can afford to start work on it. After picking out a dining room set, a
coffee table, outdoor furniture, a cabinet for the lounge and new curtains, it
was time to head back to work where I finished off the day watching the clock
and waiting for the stroke of five.
Saturday started early with unpacking the last big boxes and
picking the necessities from the small ones before packing them away in
cupboards and making the house presentable for our friends who were coming over
to help us put things up. We bribed them with a braai, which Vicky and I ended
up making and cooking on while the boys (Grant, Jono, Enzo and Mike) ran
cabling through the roof and hung (skew) mirrors on the walls. By the time work
was done, food was ready and we ate way too much as is the tendency at braais
before settling in to watch some TV and play some board games.
On Sunday, we woke up a little later only to find that the
electricity was out. This, of course, led to us freaking out. Had the
municipality cut us off? We hadn't received our final electricity bill for
November, so we suspected that they might have and, because it was early
morning and the sun was shining rather brightly, there was no way of telling if
the neighbours were having the same problem. This utterly flummoxed Grant whose
first action of the morning was to go and turn on the kettle and looked at us
as though we were crazy when we told him he couldn't have his coffee. By
lunchtime, there was still no power and, thanks to a number of phonecalls, we
found out that this was not a localised problem – the whole of town was out.
Which meant that another braai was in order. We brought out the leftovers and
bought a little more to add to it, and invited people round for yet another
braai, which was made by the boys (Grant and Mike with Tom putting in his two
cents worth every now and then) this time around. It was, once again, followed
by board games and, when the electricity had still not returning at 4:30, a
walk on the golf course with Mike and Vicky's appropriately named puppy, Piddle.
A light dinner was in order as, by 7:30 we were feeling peckish again (not
having gone overboard with the braai like the last time) and Natalie, Jono's
visiting sister, suggested sushi. We all jumped at the opportunity and the
weekend came to an abrupt halt with a final meal of sushi and a movie that
Natalie and I picked out.
(Above: Puddims helping to pack and making his first escape).
And so the weekend of moving came to an end with all of us
feeling that this house was more of a home. It certainly feels like more of a
home to me than the house on African street did, as that always had the air of
men around it, Grant and Jono having lived there for over a year before I moved
in. Even Puddims has made himself at home and has started being let out for
walk abouts. The first time this happened, we kept a watchful eye on him, until
he wandered too close to the neigbour's garden, not noticing their dog, and got
the fright of his life when it approached him. Off he sped, straight back into
the house, and from that moment, we knew that he had decided this was his safe spot.
I think we’ve decided that it’s ours too.