I have a bit of exciting news. I’ve just been offered my first-ever full time grown up job! My parents and the Mister are thrilled that I’ve finally decided to become a responsible adult and join the real world and I’m excited because the job is working at Ride On magazine, where I’ve been working part time since the start of the year.
I’m also excited because a full time pay check means I get to do other exciting grown up things, like living somewhere larger than a shoe box. I’m so giddy with the idea that I’ve gone into full-on nesting mode. The Mister and I have started scoping out possible places to rent and recently went on a little jaunt to Richmond (the suburb we’d most love to inhabit).
We love Richmond because it’s close to everything: work, friends, the river, public transport, great cafes like 1000 blessings (pictured above). It’s also somewhere we can afford an actual house, albeit a rather small house. With our growing bike and book collections, my new found desire to make us self sufficient from our vegie patch and our need to have somewhere to write (me) and build/tinker with bikes (Mister), a one bedroom apartment on the third floor just doesn’t cut the mustard anymore.
We’ve also been looking at places a little further out on the north-east side of the city where we’d have a longer commute but a really big house and garden to come home to and still be much closer to our friends.
All this fantasising about having a back yard got me a bit hyper and I spent the better part of this morning pottering in my balcony patch, which I am completely obsessed with and generally blog about at The Urban Patch. I’ve so far restrained myself from gushing about my plants here, but I’m feeling so damn homemakerish today I just can’t help myself!