I have a feeling that the next month is going to be packed full of activity what with an empty house, a neurotic cat, several goldfish and a couple of citrus trees to care for. I’m seeing it as an opportunity to do some of the essential renovations I’ve been postponing for quite some time. These include, in no particular order of importance:
– pruning some of the branches of a neighbouring tree which appears to be resting on my roof,
– cleaning out the gutters which currently resemble bird’s nests
– organising a builder to put in a double-door jamb and also to install those doors,
– clearing out a lot of brick and concrete debris from the side of the house,
– clearing out the front yard which currently looks like a skip and
– moving the stack of wood from the front verandah either to the back storage shed or into the house.
That’s only items 1-6 of a very long list of things to do which I wont go into because I’m actively not thinking about the House Renovation Project (HRP) in its entirety.
Only a couple of years ago, I was talking about how I didnt believe in buying a house because on the macroeconomic scale, investing in bricks and mortar (especially in a bouyant market, especially with borrowed money) escalates our foreign debt hence potentially increasing inflation and does nothing to increase the nation’s overall productivity which is the only way we as an economy generates true wealth. Responsible cash rich if time poor investors should instead pour their hard earned dollars into socially responsible managed funds which do not invest in property but instead in renewable energy companies, telcos and the like. yadda yadda yadda.
So, what did I do but go out and buy a house thus landing myself in debt and the HRP. I’m still not entirely sure why I did it. There a reasonable investment reasons behind it of course but that was never my prime driver. Those were more like rationalisations.
It could be to do with the place itself – third place I saw on the first day I looked. Yeah, that had a fair amount to do with it. Sure, an unrenovated californian bungalow built in the 1910s had its flaws but it also had character and oodles of charm. And it was the charm and location that mattered. I was convinced I would be able to fix those imperfections. A bit of paint here, a bit of wood there. As with all large projects, just break the jobs up into tasks, order by priority and knock em down one after the other. And it worked too for awhile but then I started just seeing the flaws, the stuff that needed work on and lost track of the overall vision.
So that’s what this month is about. Getting back a little perspective. Moving on some of those jobs. Regaining some faith that it’ll all work out and the effort will be worth it.