Our new house is modern, it has real air conditioning and a big back yard. It's only 10 minutes away from my work and my family. I fell in love with it the very first time I went there.
Here's a picture. Nice huh?
It's a darn sight nicer than this shithole I've lived in for the last 5+ years. I've hated this house from the first moment I saw it but at the time, the rental market was tough. It was especially tough because I had a shocking rental history and a large hairy dog who destroyed things. We were so desperate to find a house, we even offered extra money for this craphole. Proximity to the city, is the only thing it's got going for it.
Despite my venomous disdain for this house, there's still a part of me that will be a little sad to say goodbye. It was in this house where I lay sobbing for hours/days/weeks after the ex suddenly up and left. It was here where two of my best friends unofficially moved in and helped me rediscover my confidence. I was in this house when I discovered I was pregnant. I was in this house when my waters broke. We bought Max home from hospital here, not once but twice. The first time as a newborn, the second after his 6 week stay in the Children's Hospital. It was here, where I sat cuddling my dogs Malli and Sebastian, knowing it would be the last moments we shared as a trio.
These walls have also seen some pretty shitty things, there are just as many crap memories I'll be glad to leave behind. Not to mention the hideous decor, I'll share with you now.
Tiled walls in kitchen, cat and lobster.
Heater which you need a Masters degree in Gas Appliances to operate.
Kitchen floor. Laminate tiles which are ugly and don't stay stuck.
Very odd tiny room. What you see here, is the entire room.
Tiny bathtub. Perfect for Max. Disastrous for an adult who might fancy a bath (the streaks on the wall at the top of the pic is bathtub paint, not blood)
It's a BYO mirror in this bathroom.
This is the view from the toilet seat. It's the gas for the hot water. Of course.
When I moved here, I left a beautiful suburb which was semi-rural. I was sad I couldn't hear the birds anymore, so mum bought over a few bird posters to fill the void. I often looked at them and thought "some day I'll fly away".
Finally I'm about to fly away and say goodbye to this piece-o-shit house on a bus stop. One last sleep, one last bleary eyed morning where I skid across the kitchen on a rogue laminate tile. I ain't gunna miss you house but I thank you, for being there for some of the greatest memories of my life.
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