[m i a o w] the cat

A few people have asked me today and yesterday (my only days in Melbourne thus far) ‘So, did the house sell?’ Obviously I didn’t post an entry here that shrieked ‘Hallelejah! The house, as of the last two hours, has SOLD!!’ In my haze of travel, car trouble, cat separation anxiety and high flood risk, I kind of forgot. I did say that it had sold at the end of this post, but as it was the length of War and Peace, it is not surprising that it escaped attention. So. The house is sold. It really is. M and I have made it back to Melbourne, with some cash, and have five or six months to plan our next move. Our next move will almost definitely NOT include buying another house. Perhaps people get over particular traumas - childbirth, loss of a limb… I, however, have not forgotten the HELL that was the house-buying process, and am not interested in doing it again anytime soon. Particularly considering the RIDICULOUS state of Victorian stamp duty. Forget about it. Pass the cheese. My eyes are on New South Wales for the next venture. If I could become a fulltime resident of the Pacific Hotel in Yamba, I would.