If you told me one year ago that I would voluntarily want to live outside of a major city, I would have laughed in your face.
And if you also told me that I’d want to buy a house and settle down for a while – in the country – I would be seriously questioning your mental state, and wondering what mind altering substance you were on to make you believe such a thing.
But, alas, you would have had the last laugh. Because a couple of weeks ago we drove out to a regional city, about an hour from Melbourne, and bought a house upon first sight.
Literally. On. A. Whim.
Sure, we’d been thinking tentatively about putting down some roots for a while, but not outside of the city. And not this quickly.
Yes, it’s fair to say that I’m not a procrastinator.
In most cases I need to consciously slow myself down, stop myself jumping into things and force the ‘mulling it over’ process to occur. That, for me, is the hard bit. Taking action has always been easy.
Buying this house – our new home – is a huge move for me, and for us, as a family…and now there’s no turning back.
It feels good.
I’ve been somewhat of a nomadic soul my entire life, moving regularly as a kid and loving travel and adventure for as long as I can remember. Then, as a teenager moving out of home to the city, and as an early 20-something, to the other side of the world. Never owning more than a few possessions until my early-30’s.
This is going to be a big change.
Now I have a baby of my own that life just doesn’t make sense right now. For the first time in a long time stability feels like the best option. I’m learning that certainty is actually a good thing – within reason – and also that this doesn’t mean we have to stay in one place forever and never live a life of travel and adventure ever again.
It doesn’t. At all.
So, as we drove down our soon-to-be beautiful street, in our beautiful new hometown, it felt right. Even before we stepped inside. The house is old, it needs a lot of work, but it’s a family home. A place to make memories, to play, and kiss bumped knees, and grow together – as a family.
Through slowing down, my intuition has learnt to speak up, and I’ve learnt to listen.
So the house is now ours. All ours – the mossy roof, the wonky 100-year-old floorboards, and the peeling 70’s wallpaper. We move in six weeks, just long enough to get my head around the fact we bought a house and will soon start our new life in the country.
And even though this might mean winding down the nomadic life for a while, this will be an adventure all of its own.
Ever taken a lazy Sunday drive to the country and bought a house on first sight? We did! What kind of crazy situation have we gotten ourselves into?! http://alwaysinthedeepend.com/the-day-we-drove-to-the-country-and-bought-a-house/ #treechange #adventure #Ballarat #liveyourwhy #slowliving #simpleliving #whathavewedone