autumn leaves

in the porsche

Ah life. Sometimes I do wonder about you. Before we had children we had not a care in the world. We were free spirits. And now here I find myself working every day sometimes dreaming of being at home writing. And every day the wish gets stronger and stronger and it’s only a few weeks until I finish work and I get my wish.

Last night I dreamt Kevin and I bought a house. In fact two houses. The first was a wild windswept place in the middle of nowhere on the edge of a cliff. It had the most incredible views of an island and the ocean and was difficult to get to and very wild with high winds whipping around the coastal grasses along the cliff.

The second house we bought, it was on a magical New Zealand coastline, one I’ve dreamt of before. It was right on the sand but had solid foundations and was built half on top of a Marks and Spencer but it did look like it only had ten years left in it. The two downstairs rooms were beautiful victorian period rooms which had fire damage and the rest of the house was very beachy New Zealand. Anyway, we bought it for $200,000 which was half of our money (in the dream!) – the other half had gone on the other house. We did the contract which I didn’t even look at before we handed it over and Kevin hadn’t done the bit about getting a building report or it being dependent on finance. So we had no out clause! And he’d written our occupations down – him as Creative Director at an ad agency and I was a sailor.

I remember the owner saying they were home and hosed, can’t go wrong with an old school CD. We on the other hand had just bought a house with the most beautiful views, a small grassy patch for the kids and cats to run around on – but most importantly a huge, entire sandy paradise beach that was just beyond words, with wonderful dawns to wake up to, days of long gentle walks and swims and evenings watching the pinks and oranges on the gentle sea. And one that was going to collapse, but not before we’d had an amazing ten years in it. And on top of that we’d also bought the remote cliff house. Again with beautiful views. Wild and lonesome.

So there we go. That’s what we’re doing. Heading into the unknown. Taking a leap off the wild cliff, onto a paradise beach in a shaky house. Who knows what wonders await in that beautiful place.