YAYAYYAYAYAY!

Part of me feels like I should feel bad for being this unbelievably ecstatic about not having to deal with crap anymore--but then the more sane part of me takes over, and I burst into unstoppable squeeing noises at a pitch only dogs can hear. (Scientifically tested and everything.)

They're moving. They're moving, they're moving, they're moving!

And we didn't even have to start up a conflict about it. Cal was actually a little upset because they hadn't discussed it with us before finding somewhere else, but this way we don't have them and we DO have the house.

This house isn't nearly as great as it could be. There's not a lot of counter space, the counters that ARE there have this awful lip on them that makes it impossible to get rid of crumbs. The floors don't seem to clean properly, the oven doesn't work very well (leaving cookies raw on top and burnt on the bottom), the bathroom is teeny tiny... BUT it's such an awesome location for getting to my work--all I have to do is cross the road, hop on a bus 15 minutes before 9, and get there with minutes to spare. It's also conveniently located to shops via transport and whatnot, so I'm really glad we get to stay here for another few months.

Our current lease runs until mid October, but the new owner would like us to stay until January when he plans to start renovating. (The house is in desperate need of renovation--I bet he makes a killing when he resells it!) My job is also probably ending in January as Alex has been given a place at the local daycare centre, and his parents would like him to be a bit more socialized, understandably.

Anyway, the housing market in January is much better for renting than it is now, as there's lots of changeover during the summer holidays. There aren't many houses up right now that look particularly good for their price and location. Hopefully in January that will change--we'll be looking for something with a bigger kitchen and preferably two bathrooms.

The only thing we need now is new housemates.

I mean, we could be getting a place to ourselves. It is financially possible right now. But when you figure you can get a really tiny apartment for $300 a week, having to share walls and floors and ceilings with other people vs something like this four bedroom house which is $420 a week, it just seems better to do it this way. More space, ideal because Thor can run around outside, and we're saving more money than we would be otherwise. With four people here, as a couple we're only paying $210 a week--pretty good deal.

We're looking on Gumtree, a sort of Craigslist deal, and haven't had any results yet, but we hope to. (Actually, what I hope is to get some of YOU over here to live with me. Not even joking. If you want details contact me. So easy to get a visa.)

But the point is, guys. Guys. This house, right now, is actually going to feel like MY house. Like, a house that I can live in. With Cal. My house. Which I can then welcome others graciously into.

Our plan is this: hopefully get people in before the end of October (if any of you are serious about coming over, though, we'll obviously hold a place for you!). Between People A leaving and People B arriving, we're going to do a massive clean/reorganizing of the house in order to get it to the way I like it. That is, NOT a ton of random crap all on top of the cupboards, furniture where furniture should go, cupboard reorganization.

I would do all of this now as a lot of it is Cal's stuff, but I don't know what is Cal's and what isn't. The reason it's largely unorganized is because he got a ton of things from his sister when she moved away and didn't have me around to tell him where to put them. (I'm kind of awful.) After that, I think I'll feel much more like this is my space. And goshdarnit, I will be having a place at the kitchen table.

I'm a bit worried about our ad as I stressed that we were rather tidy people, but by that I only mean we'd appreciate if someone spills something on the counter to wipe it up after, and not leave random papers and computers and bits and pieces all over the dining table so that there isn't even a place to eat, you know, things that SEEM like common sense when living with people. Apparently not. Like, if it was people I like to live with I wouldn't MIND moving things around because I would feel COMFORTABLE about it because if I'd left something around I wouldn't mind if someone else moved my stuff -- but in this current situation, I don't feel comfortable with that, and I think that's what's bugging me.

Anyway. Anyway. Back to celebrating. Potentially only 25 days left.