Last four

I'm starting to realise that as someone who hates moving, I tend to relocate far too often.

The next place I had my mail delivered to was this one.

This is also taken by Google Maps.

It's actually more a photo of the garage rather than the actual house if you want my opinion.

Those few bricks you see hidden behind all the trees, that's where Candice and I slept.

It was a 2 bedroom unit but was really just a big house with a wall down the middle.

On the other side of the wall lived an elderly lady who drank a lot of cask wine.

A few unlucky things happened while living here.

The first was when

I came home from work one day and after reaching the top of the internal staircase I was greeted by a trail of big footprints going from the bathroom to our bedroom.

I froze for a second then ran back down the stairs and outside.
 I called Candice.

For some reason calling the police didn't enter my frightened little mind.

She then called her Dad who turned up 5 minutes later.

That guy needs a cape or something.

Anyway he went in and checked under every bed, inside cupboards, behind doors.

Our intruder wasn't there. He had already left.

Taking with him a few expensive items including my beloved laptop, a camera and a DS.

We had left the second story bathroom window unlocked.

We very quickly locked it.

The second unlucky thing was

about a month later when he came back.

This time breaking in from the spare room also on the second level.

A friend who had stayed over opened the window and had forgotten to shut it.

All our intruder took this time was taken was our second laptop and a dress.

A DRESS. Seriously dude, why?

I loved that dress.

Third unlucky thing that we encountered

happened late one night while feeling very relaxed on the couch.

All of sudden we heard a big smash come from outside.

Candice freaked out saying that it sounded really close.

Trying to calm her down I told her that it didn't sound that loud and was probably nothing.

She peeked out the window and saw headlights and a car chugging down the street.

Then we saw my car.

All smashed up the butt and parked diagonally in our driveway.

Some douche bag had been joyriding and due to his lack of driving skills

had lost control and let his car beat up my car.

A few neighbours also saw the car chugging off but no one managed to get a number plate so

unfortunately I had to pay the excess on my car insurance to get it fixed.

This douche bag was an asshole!

I could never do something like that... the guilt would eat me up.

Besides those 3 unfortunate events I didn't mind living here.

We had our own space and our kitten Merlot.

Yes, he is named after wine.

No, I'm not ashamed.

I think we lived here for 18 months.

After some time though I started to miss being close to the city.

Then some friends mentioned that they wanted to to move too and we all thought it would be great to get a big enough place and share house again.

It seeeeeemed like a good idea.

I had already lived with Mat at Rylatt St so kinda thought I knew what I was in for.

This new home was back in Indooroopilly and was huge.

Candice, Bel and myself were upstairs and the two boys were downstairs.

And my friend Dena unofficially kinda just lived in the spare room upstairs with us.

This house had a massive rear deck.

It was big enough for couches down one end and an outdoor setting and hammock down the other end.

We had good neighbours. And bad neighbours.

Our awesome neighbours were to the left of the house and our lovely neighbours were to the right.

Extremely hostile neighbours were to the rear of the house.

I first became aware of the grumpy neighbours a few weeks after we moved in.

Mat and I were sitting on the back deck chatting when we received a visit from police for a noise complaint. This isn't your usual noise complaint.

This was no crazy party.

Or domestic violence.

We were told that we were chatting too loudly.

I can honestly tell you I'm not a loud talker!

Neither is Mat.

Plus their house wasn't close to ours.

We immediately hated those neighbours and focused all our energy on pissing them off

for the rest of them we lived there.

I hope with all my heart we achieved that.

I had an incredible amount of fun while living here but as previously mentioned, share housing is difficult.

My career demands I work at lot of annoying hours, including graveyard shifts

and let me tell you, day time sleep was quite frustrating and at times impossible to achieve.

 And it was a first time share house for Candice. She struggled and so did I.

After living with just the two of us for so long it was hard to share a living space with so many people.

At the end of 12 months we decided to move out on our own again.

 We moved a few streets away to good old Disraeli St.

This place was really cute.

Dark wooden flooring, modern bathroom and a rear deck for us to have afternoon drinks on.

There was a bus stop 100m from our house.

On weekdays Candice used it to get to work.

On most weekends we both used it to head out for drinks in the valley.

 We lived here for 12 months.

The reason we left was because we wanted a puppy so badly.

We applied for approval from the owner but got a big fat fucking NO.

After looking around for houses close by that allowed dogs we realised that inner city rentals hated dogs.

So we had to make a decision.

Stay close to the city and be dogless or move further out and finally have the chocolate

 Labrador we so badly wanted.

So we moved.

All the way out to Springfield... and we got our puppy.

And after just recently getting approval from the owners, a second puppy is now 

coming to live with us and we couldn't be happier!

Luna arrives in 8 days to keep our little Yoshi company.

There are loads of things I like about living here.

It's easy to keep neat and clean.

A big yard for our dogs.

Quiet street with no annoying children.

Ridiculous mountain views from our backyard. (yay for being perched on a hill)

They're hard to see from this photo (thanks again Google) but the mountains make me feel happy.

I really DO hate moving.

 Honestly.

I don't know why I have moved so much...every time I do move I say it will will the last time.

So I'll finish by saying I'm staying put in this rental for now.

Candice and I are saving our hearts out to buy a place so that we never have to move again. 

Kinda hoping that the owners just randomly decide to sell at the time we wanna buy.

That way we would wouldn't need to pack up, move house and then unpack again.

We could just crack a beer, chink and be done.

Ideal.