The waiting place

I grew up in an unconventional family. Not the typical mother, father and siblings. As the only child from a 'broken home' when I was at Primary school, I always watched other families, jealous of the bonds they had. It seems silly with all the single parents around now, that 30 years ago, one-parent house-holds were rare.

Never-the-less, it wasn't that I was neglected of love. Quite the opposite in fact. My mother and grandparents spoilt me with love and affection, and I never felt the need to rebel or act-out. But when it came to imagining my life as an adult, I dreamt of falling in love, getting married, building a house and having babies.

Turning 31 and still being single was not the ideal life I planned. And, for the last few years, I have been waiting for Mr Right to come along so life could begin - The waiting place!

"Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow, or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting."(Dr Seuss, Oh, The places you'll go). Including me!

Many people make new-year's resolutions and don't keep them. For 2011, my resolution was to stop waiting, stop searching the waiting place for the Mr Right that should be there searching and waiting for me. So I decided to build a house and make a place where my life can begin - make a home. No more waiting around!

By the middle of January, I had made an offer on a block in Ballarat, and contracts were signed!
By the end of January, I had found the house that I wanted to build with Simonds - The Crestwood.
By the middle of February, I owned the land - never thought I would get that excited over dirt!

And now, in the middle of March, I have an appointment with the Simonds Gallery to pick colours and materials for my house.

Best thing about doing this by myself is that I don't need to negotiate with anyone. If I want a red feature wall, no-one is going to debate the issue with me. I get my way every time.