A short while after I fell pregnant with Tatum, my husband started getting really antsy about our living situation. He was renting a typical Johannesburg bachelor flat, at least it had a decent bathroom and a second bedroom. All he wanted was a garden and space for little Sesame to run around and maybe a puppy even.
He phoned a realtor and we were quickly brought back to earth from our white picket fence dream. We didn’t qualify for a huge loan, but she said we’ll find something in our price range. We went and looked at a total of three places and decided that the one with the bigish garden is what we want. We were so naïve…
We just celebrated our one year house anniversary when a month or so later I found out that I was pregnant again.
Grant and I were reeling. How are we going to fit a toddler bed and a crib into a room that barely holds one child’s belongings? Grant phoned someone and he gave us his recommendations. There was no way on this dear planet that we would be able to make our place work for a family of four.
So we set out to find a rental for us as well as renters for our property. We found a really nice spacious home. No more listening to the upstairs neighbours procreating or drop a bag of marbles. After a year and 4 months the place has become so boring and bland. Everything, and I mean everything is painted and tiled in neutrals and browns. It makes me want to vomit in my mouth a little bit.
My soul is yearning for a place of our own where I can hang our degrees and family photo’s with pride. Paint and decorate to my hearts content. For now, I can only lust after the chic Scandi inspired spaces on Instagram.
Buying that property was the worst mistake we made together. And I do wish we could turn back time and just decide that the bachelor pad had more than enough space for at least a year. It would have given us time to save and prepare to purchase a home of our own that would last us longer than a year.
I’m off to go drool over posts over at Apartment Therapy now.