You could say Tyrhone and I are at a low point in our dream planning… I mean, we’re still trying to remain positive, thanks to the amazing adventure ahead of us (and at least a year of not working, yeeha!) but there is a hell of a lot of work to do before we actually get on that plane…
Selling The House
As I write this, rain is pelting down outside, which I have a great view of thanks to the crystal clear windows I cleaned today. I have a chesty, coughy, sicky bug thing (the official medical term), so am off work for the day, but because our house is open for inspection on Saturday, I have been cleaning windows. And vacuuming window frames. Thrilling stuff.
All I wanna do is curl up in bed, but the shower door is calling me, saying “clean me, no-one is gonna buy a house with a scummy shower screen.” Damn talking shower screen.
And the weeds I broke my back pulling out last week are laughing at me in an annoyingly shrill weedy voice, saying “Ha ha ha! look how fast we have grown back with all this rain!” I want to slap them. But I’ve decided I’ll poison them instead…
Instead of enjoying the rainy weather from the comfort of my bed, I’m thinking, “I hope the weather clears by Saturday, the garden looks so much better in the sun.”
Selling a house is hard work, or at least getting it ready for sale is. I am constantly de-cluttering surfaces, scrubbing tile grout and dusting venetian blinds (what were those Venetians thinking? Man, they are tough to clean) in order to present THE FAKE HOUSE. This house is far cleaner, much shinier and smells nicer than the house we usually inhabit.
It’s benches are free from bread crumbs, olive oil bottles and used coffee mugs.
It’s bathroom smells of lavender, its sink showing no stains of make-up. Its plug is hair-less, its mirror splatter-free.
The kitchen table is actually visible due to the absence of bills, and last week’s news paper that I am definitely going to get around to reading.
It’s a version of our normal, junky house, but it’s not real. And it has taken a LOT of work to look so effortlessly minimal.
I quite like it, as I sit here on the sofa, trying not to disturb the perfectly placed cushions, but I know it’s the fake house, and it’s gonna be bloody hard to maintain for the next month (I’m choosing to be hopelessly optimistic) whilst we show potential buyers how they, too, can live in clutter-less bliss.
Hi-ho, hi-ho, its off to work we go…
So whilst I am in charge of Operation Fake House, Tyrhone is on Operation Work Like a Dog, and as we speak is getting ready to burn the midnight oil (again) in order complete the printing and framing of an entire house-full of his original digital art.
This is second to his day job of Graphic Design and sign installation, which already requires heaps of overtime, stress and responsibility.
And this is certainly not the hardest he has worked this year…
He hasn’t been able to save over a year’s pay by twiddling his thumbs, the man has worked himself to the bone for the last couple of years, and whilst the end is in sight, we’re not quite there yet…
So, I’ll be expecting him home at about 2am again, and up again at 7 (him, not me, silly!) to head back to work.
Getting rid of stuff is time-consuming!
I cashed-in at a car boot sale a few weeks ago. I sold off heaps of books, clothes, and other general junk and made $560.
I was very happy with this result, and though I agonised over a few things (my Calvin Klein wool jacket I bought from New York a few years ago for $100, and sold for $5) I honestly don’t miss any of it.
It was a full weekend of work though. I spent the best part of Saturday loading everything into my car, then was up at 4am Sunday to secure my bay at the market. It was all over by about 1030am, but I was smashed.
Selling junk can be lucrative, but it is hard work.
We are full steam ahead with our plans, and comfortable with our decision to sell everything and travel indefinitely, but we still have a lot of hard work to do before we get there.
Trying to stay positive and not get overwhelmed by to-do lists is a challenge, but we have our eye on the prize, and are planning to escape to a Thai Island to recuperate as soon as we have checked everything off our list.
The prospect of having nothing to do but decide between pad thai or tom yum goong, is sounding really good right about now… BRING. IT. ON.