It’s been pretty hectic around here lately, and it seems that it’s going to get worse before it gets better. Ally and Max (and Tiger) moved out on the weekend, into a little apartment for just the two (well, three) of them. They had let us know that they were looking around, but they got approved for a place quicker than expected, so we had to pick up our game to make sure we found somewhere to move in the same time frame. On Monday we got approved for an apartment above an office in Petersham. I put down the deposit that day, we sign the lease and get the keys on Saturday. I’ll definitely be taking photos of the place before we move everything in, because it’s an odd layout and photos will hopefully help me work out how we’re going to arrange all our stuff. Then it’s a week of frantically packing before we actually move. We tried to work out if we could move this weekend, but with Father’s Day stuff and not much packed up it didn’t really seem like a viable option.
Scout’s going to be a secret cat, at least for the moment. I guess she was a secret cat at this place, so it’s not that much of a change. After a few months we’ll just bring up the idea of taking in “my mum’s cat” and see if it would be ok with the landlord. If yes, then sweet. If not, then we’ll just keep on keeping her secret. We did try and find places that were ok with pets, but they are really hard to find. I spent a week ringing and asking if a cat would be ok, and the general consensus was “apply and see how you go”, which is ridiculously unhelpful. Real estate agents in general seemed pretty unhelpful from my experiences, so we figured screw it, she’d be a secret cat. I’m hoping that she’ll quieten down when she doesn’t have anyone to talk to. Pretty sure that’s wishful thinking on my part, but one can hope.
I’m gonna miss this place. I like that it’s a house, with a front and a back yard. I’ll miss the space a house has, even a small house feels bigger than an apartment. I’m going to miss the picture rails and I didn’t even have that many frames hung on them. I’m going to miss living so close to a good supermarket (we’ll have to plan meals ahead of time now!), or living so close to a good cafe. I’m going to miss our family dinners, and Pizza House Friday, and us all taking turns with meals and washing up. I’m going to miss the Vietnamese food I can get so easily around here.
I’m not going to miss the old oven that always burnt the bottoms of things. I’m not going to miss how cold the house was constantly, or the tiny bathroom that was always damp so the towels never dried properly. I’m not going to miss having to constantly stop the cats from eating each other’s food when they weren’t supposed to. I’m not going to miss the screaming neighbours down the road, or the planes that I swear have gotten louder since we moved in here. I’m not going to miss having our bedroom window look onto the neighbour’s front door. I’m not going to miss that weird lack of privacy from being able to be seen from the street.
So all in all a lot of conflicting feelings. I’m excited for the new place, but really don’t want to pack up and move. Then we have to unpack everything once we get there, and because Ben will be working, all that is up to me to do and it sucks. Scout’s been pretty smoochy since the others moved out; She got a bit confused about where the people and cat and stuff went, but I think she’s understanding it to a degree. I wonder if she thinks we’re leaving her too when we go out for a bit and shut her inside. I hope she doesn’t, because that would break my heat.