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The Big Sell My Life 01 APR 2014

Believe it or not, Yesterday marked the end of the sixth year that I’ve lived in the wonderful little coastal town of Gordon’s Bay. Six years of living close to the sea, but miles away from friends, family and work.

First Nagua Bay, and then Country Mews, Gordon’s Bay has certainly been a pleasure to live in, and certainly I enjoyed the friendships made during my training period with the Funakoshi Karate guys and girls, as well as the various people I came into contact with through Chantelle’s guest house work, not to mention the people living in the Country Mews complex itself.

5 country mews home

However, the time has now finally come where I need to fix at least two of the three long distance aspects of our life, and that means it is time to sell up here in Gordon’s Bay and move back to Bellville in order to be closer to our friends and family, a point that has become increasingly important to us and our young little family as we get older with each passing year.

So what does that mean?

Well, we’ve approached Len Wilmot of Homelink Estates to start the process of selling our home for us (we did in fact buy this house from him, which means he should be able to sell it again!), and once we get some movement on that front (it could take a couple of months of course), we’ll start packing up our belongings, store the baking equipment with Cheryl and Monty (who have a little more space now that Rob has moved out of the home), and then go on the property hunt to find something that we can either rent or buy, and will hopefully be big enough to accommodate the four of us!

So right now I am in the stage of getting the house all nice and shiny for potential buyers – which roughly translates to me having to remove all those shelves I’ve lovingly put up over the years for Chantelle’s Cupcakery business! :)

The journey of moving back to our home town of Bellville has now started, and although it won’t be quick, Chantelle and I are VERY excited (and a little lot nervous because we’re moving from a cheaper area to a more expensive area and am not entirely sure as to how exactly we’re going to afford this, though of course we’ll make a plan), and SERIOUSLY can’t wait to have little Jess and Emily be close to Ouma and Oupa, and Granny and Grandpa, and of course Chantelle and I to be closer to our longtime circle of friends.

And who knows, I might even be persuaded pick up the badminton racquet once I’m back in my old stomping grounds? ;)

Exciting times indeed!

How to Spot Someone working from Home My Life 08 OCT 2010

Just before we moved into the new place at Country Mews, I grabbed this shot of Olympus staring forlornly out the front door, confused as crap as to what was happening all around him and why our flat was suddenly more than half empty.

However, looking at this photo something else suddenly jumped to my mind.

No wonder the whole of Nagua Bay would know when I was working from home on any particular day – just spot the lonesome car out in the parking lot! :)

The lone Getz, an instant tip-off that I was working from home...

Photo Gallery: Nagua Bay Complex (2010-08-29) My Life | Photo Gallery 29 AUG 2010

Andy’s flat in the Nagua Bay complex was our rented home for a couple of years, and more importantly, the first place where Chantelle and I lived together under one roof, meaning that it will always have a special place in our hearts.

These photos were taken on a walkabout the complex, after making the decision that we were going to buy our first house and thus move out of what really was a fabulous little home.

The Big Move My Life 09 APR 2008

The Fish TankSo just after a week or so of living here in Gordon’s Bay, I can finally say The Big Move is now finally over. It has been a long slog to reach this point but we are now finally at a point where we are properly settled in and feel proud enough to invite people over to our pad.

The point of this little post was to show you around our new place of stay, but because I couldn’t get Chantelle’s camera to work you are going to be given a brief verbal tour before I get on to the (far more exciting) pictorial tour at some later stage.

The kitchen is looking fabulous, all decked out in our new appliances, cutlery and crockery, complete with shiny new washing machine and a not quite so shiny dustbin (which will be replaced when we find something suitable along the way!)

The lounge and living area looks simply gorgeous, the gigantic white corner couch framing our beautiful new orange, brown and crème mat and cordoned off with our beautiful dark wood free-standing TV cabinet. The space between the couch and the kitchen counter has been filled with the variety of pot plants that we salvaged from my flat and a re-configured shelf with a vase fish tank acts as that area’s focal point.

The lounge opens up onto the ‘patio’ area which houses our beautiful dining room table and chairs, surrounded by Chantelle’s antique dark wood chest and my old book rack that I swiped from the flat. Back through the corridor we have the man room, which features all my geeky manga, books and comics stuffed on a shelf to the side of the main work space which is made up of my big ex-lounge table and my desk, slotted together to form a corner desk. This space houses my four PCs, two flatscreen monitors as well as the rest of my electronic junk, all deftly finished off by the various figurines dotted all over the place :)

The bathroom is all neat, tidy and brown, while the main bedroom is all neat tidy and… pink. Well, a shade of pink/lavender or something like that. I just close my eyes and feel my way around that room to be honest.

As you might be able to tell, I am pretty pleased with the way the place has turned out and in all honesty it is an absolute blast to be living in this space that I can only describe as being vastly superior to my old living space in Antoon Benning flats. To finally be on the ground floor, to have a patch of grass which the sliding door opens up onto, to breath that fresh sea air every morning, I can only describe it as sheer bliss. Waking up in the morning next to Chantelle, lazing through the rest of the day at home (on the days that I don’t have to travel into UCT of course), this really is turning out to be rather idyllic, a lifestyle that I am particularly suited to I am quickly finding out!

I’ve gone for short little jogs on the beach, I dragged Chantelle out for a couple of walks and pretty soon I’ll have her pinned down on the tennis court and squash court, so on the activity side of things I am certainly in a good place as well.

Perhaps the only drawback of my new heaven is the lack of my social structure here in Gordon’s Bay, but I’m not to worried about that just yet. After all, isn’t that what cars and telephone lines are for?

The Big Move has certainly come and gone – and it was definitely the change that I had been looking for in my life! :)

Weekend in Review: Saturday (14-16 March) My Life 17 MAR 2008

Man RoomSaturday morning I was up bright and early, immediately getting to work on stripping my flat down even more, making it look more and more like I am in fact squatting and not living there at the moment. Being on the seventh floor of a block of flats has the nice advantage of a beautiful view, but it pretty much ends there I am afraid. It is such a bugger to move things between the flat and the ground floor and I am positive that I spent as much time waiting for the lift as I did actually packing my boxes full of stuff :(

It didn’t help that the wind was blowing gale force either – I am kind of surprised that none of my plants were actually uprooted in the moving them downstairs process because the way the wind was ripping at their leaves certainly indicated that they were holding on for dear life! My first and only really minor disaster also occurred when during disassembly of my figurines, the not all that greatly balanced Skifel managed to tear the connecting spike from the base off when I tried to pull the two apart for easier packing. *sigh*, looks like it is time for good old super glue again. Actually, come to think of it, that was the first thing that really went wrong during this whole now month-long process – other than Skifel I haven’t had any other breakages whatsoever! Quick, touch wood!

It pretty much took the whole morning to load up the car, and by load up I mean pack to the brim – even the back seat was covered in bedside table and chair! We had originally organized with Chantelle’s dad and brother to come through to the flat on Saturday afternoon to check out a couple of things and bring through some stuff on the bakkie, but with Robert dropping us for the naval festival that was on go (and when I say drop I mean that Chantelle never actually asked him in the first place if he was going to help us out) we cancelled that plan and thereby gave myself a little more time to get through to Gordon’s Bay without leaving too much stuff behind.

First things first though, I still needed to mosey on down to Spar to buy the meat and drink for Sunday afternoon’s braai with Dean and company, so I duly took a nice walk down and purchased all my ‘necessary’ consumables (translated means beer and meat. After all, what else does a real man need around a fire?) :)

That done, it was off to drop off some stuff at Ryan’s place before hitting the road for my date with destiny – cleaning out Chantelle’s flat. Seeing as my liefie was working, I first headed over to the guesthouse to pick up the keys from her and then set about cleaning up the flat. Now Chantelle has been gracious enough to allow me my very own ‘man room’ in the flat, a space that will function as my office and retreat, as well as the only place where I get any decorative say whatsoever. However, seeing as I have not moved my desk or table over yet, it pretty much acts as the repository for all the stuff we’re bringing into the flat for the moment. So you can read it as being a great big mess.

Of course, the first thing I did manage to do while unpacking the car and moving my ton of boxes and other miscellaneous items to the ‘man room’ was to hear a screw hit the ground as I pulled my speaker stands out from the car. Great stuff. So there I was for about 15 minutes squatting on the ground looking for this missing screw. Giving up in disgust, I raided the fridge as consolation and on returning to my ‘man room’ made the grand discovery of finding the ‘missing’ screw wedged in the speaker stand pipe! Yeah, the less said about that one the better…

The problem with us taking over Andrea’s flat is that Andrea herself isn’t quite moved out yet. So what Chantelle and I have done is basically take out all her stuff (i.e. the stuff we don’t want to swipe from her) and move it to the patio space, while at the same time moving all of our crap into the now vacant area. The end result is a ‘man room’ with all my stuff lying around, a fairly sorted bathroom, a sorted out bedroom (sans main light though thanks to a leaky ceiling which apparently is a huge fight with the body corporate at the moment), a neutral lounge and a packed with Andrea’s stuff patio. Which only left the kitchen for my Saturday activities – probably the room with the most work to be done in to tell the truth!

Nevertheless, I rolled up my sleeves and got stuck in, removing Andrea’s stuff, wrapping it in newspaper and piling it into boxes. At the same time, I began removing some of our stuff from their wrapping confines and pushing them into now marginally cleaner cupboards. Thankfully the kitchen has ample packing space, because by the looks of things between Chantelle and myself we have enough kitchen stuff to feed an army!

A rather tired Chantelle eventually arrived home after a long day of work, all ready for bed, but I managed to keep her awake with a delicious fish and chips supper from the nearby Ooskus fisheries and before she could settle down again, I convinced her to roll up her sleeves and get stuck in as well. Luckily she does not like the idea of me working unattended outside of the ‘man room’, meaning that she was motivated enough to work and by late Saturday evening we were able to call it a night after getting a substantial amount of work done and resulting in a flat that is steadily beginning to take on shape as OUR space. Apart from the torn paintwork where I ripped out the existing sound system cables of course.

But goodness gracious me, it really is amazing just how much of a hoarder Andrea turned out to be! :)