As an ex-Naval Officer, I got used to moving around ALL. THE. TIME. I think I had 17 addresses in the 13 or so years that I served. That included addresses in Victoria, Canberra, Sydney, Fremantle, Bahrain and Sudan.
The trouble was all of those addresses had been temporary. And I knew it. There was always the certainty that I wouldn't be there for that long. I think the longest time I lived at one address was 18 months.
We have been living in our current house for 5 years now, which given our history, is an exceptionally long time! We had recently been considering a move out to the country, which would significantly reduce our mortgage and see us living in an amazing house with 1.5 acres of land, near to an absolutely beautiful and popular little town. Amazing, right?
With all of those positives, the decision was surely easily made, right? Well not really. After all of those years of moving, I kind of assumed that one day we would move from this house, whether it be overseas for a little bit or just interstate for my husband's work so I was ready for that.
The trouble was, I wasn't ready to leave all that we have established here. It isn't as simple as leaving a house. It is leaving my best friends, my band, the local services we've come to know and love (including D'Alias bakery, which has THE BEST JAM DONUTS EVER!). It is the simple things of walking 2 minutes to get our kids to school instead of an hour return trip, having my bestie live around the corner, going 5 minutes down the road for an emergency chocolate run instead of 30.
It has taken the idea of us moving, and being tantalisingly close to putting an offer in on our dream property, to really realise what we have here. It's not just about the money. It's about everything else that comes with it.
With the transient nature of living here and there for the better part of my adult life, I've never really become attached to a house. But I'm starting to become so. I renovated the bathroom on a whim last weekend (thanks Bunnings and my local plumber!) and today I cleaned my laundry and pantry, and I finally felt a weird sense of pride and ownership, that I haven't felt in the 5 years since we've lived here.
I've finally been motivated by the potential of leaving to have pride in our home, and I have finally realised how fortunate we are to live in the home that we do, and how fortunate we are to live such a wonderful life.
So what motivates you?
P.S. Scroll down to see how long I have had Bay Leaves in the pantry for...oopsie...