Time flies: winter and the dream of a new house

It’s now late July and not surprisingly the bunch of bananas from the last post in March has grown to epic proportions and probably needs harvesting. There is a nice big fat bunch of green bananas weighing down the plant so much its leaning on the side of the patio.

The garden is waterlogged after a sustained deluge that saw more rainfall in the last 48 hours than in the last 6 months, or so it seemed to me! We went sloshing around in the back paddock this afternoon, gumboots on, measuring out the footprint of the new house we’ve designed…

There. I said it. Our new house. An idea that seemed fanciful at first but which has not hit any roadblocks following significant research.  Jeff and I have both been waiting for someone or something to tell us “no” but it seems we might just be able to pull this off. And what’s amazing, truly amazing, is that the scenario we’ve cooked up will likely give us only slightly higher monthly mortgage repayments than we currently have. However, we will have a brand new house, a rental investment property and retain 3/4 acre of the block we’ve spent the last 18 months developing. Like I said, seems too good to be true.

Anyway, we haven’t pushed the button on anything yet, barely told a soul in fact for fear of putting another crazy idea out there and then it falling over. But we are slowly and quietly progressing it. We’re firming up options with our mortgage broker, running them past our accountant, checking in with the Shire of Mundaring – all looks good. Of course, we’ve already done the house design and Jeff is, as I type, now designing a 3D model (God love him).  Can I get excited yet?