…having or showing the capacity to become or develop into something in the future
I have been away for a while. Nothing sinister. I have just been in the throes of moving house. I went on a bike ride yesterday and my little tracking device told me it had been a month since my last outing. A month. The Internet has only just been connected and apart from making it difficult to get on line and post anything (or the end of the world according to my teenage son), I realise it’s also been over a month since I last posted anything.
I debated whether to write this post, as in keeping with my blog’s title, I like to keep it short and sweet and not much about me, or rather more about baking and cooking, with only a little bit of me on the side.
I feel compelled to write about me today as this house move has represented a seismic shift in my life. I have always rented and have moved on average once every 18 months for the past 25 years. Whether it has been for work, relationships gone bad, greedy landlords or just a change in scene, I’ve upended my life. For my kids it’s meant never having a place to call home. But this is it. I have finally bought a house. I should have done this years ago, but a variety of factors, notably, and chief among them, being my genuine belief that I needed someone to do this with, has held me back.
I have waited (dare I say, wasted) half my life to do this because I didn’t believe that this was something I could do by myself.
The wake up call came from a chance conversation with a financial advisor, who gently told me that I wouldn’t be able to afford to live in retirement if I needed to pay private rent. She also reminded me that if anything did happen to me, my kids would have nothing.
So, fast forward nine months later and I am the proud – albeit terrified – owner of a huge pile of potential. Such a terrible word to describe property, isn’t it? The first thing you think of is that it’s a dump and there’s lots of work that needs to be done. We’ve moved in and there’s nothing we absolutely need to do. It’s funny how all the faults you see in a house when it is bare and empty quickly get hidden and all those terribly inconvenient design features (like having no oven) you learn to live around.
I’ve spent the last few weeks realising that my first job to redesign the emergency yellow kitchen into my dream baking and cooking spot has taken a back seat to other jobs priorities like ‘where’s that gas smell coming from?’, ‘I need to fix the holes in the walls’ and ‘I can’t open the garage door’. Moreover, the few thousand dollars I thought I might have over from the purchase to remodel the kitchen do essential maintenance has quickly disappeared in lawyers fees, removalists, cleaners and the other endless ‘hidden costs’ of moving.
I like potential. I like to think I see it in me. I’m not too old to start over.
Story over. This blog will return to normal. There might be no proper oven, but I will post on baking without a proper oven. I’ve already baked hot cross buns in my little benchtop oven, as well as the delicious lemon pull-apart bread and my super yummy sticky date pudding with custard and butterscotch sauce, that I really should write up one day!
Hope everyone has a wonderful and safe Easter. There is a lot to be thankful for.