It’s official.

Well, as official as it can be until settlement day anyway.

We’ve purchased a small patch of suburbia; further west than we currently live, but near enough to our current haunts to keep us happy.

After months of looking (and even more months of online researching – how did we cope before online house hunting?), we knew this one was special the minute we saw the kitchen and living areas. It’s light, open, beautifully renovated and surrounded by big, old trees. We can see the (distant) city from the front windows.

We’ve scoped the neighbourhood and worked out what food we can get delivered to our door. Our real estate agent gave us the gossip on the best bakeries and eateries in the area.

We’re knee-deep in paperwork to seal the deal and I feel like we’re in constant contact with our broker and our lawyer. It’s been exhausting, but we’re getting there.

Moving date is scheduled for the next couple of months, giving us plenty of time to declutter, reorganise, chuck, and get our shit together before we make the move out west.

Yay!