Countdown

I realised this afternoon that it’s three weeks until we arrive in NZ. 21 days and so much to do. With my surgery 4 weeks ago this date has crept up on me and now I find myself slightly hyperventilating as I realise the implications of the time remaining. A farewell on Saturday. Preschool Graduations….

Plodding on, plodding on

My hardest job right now is not sorting through suitcases my mother brought down from QLD when I got married 7 years ago, or packing up our life here, instead it’s a much more mundane task – getting food on the table. The evening chore of dinner is starting to wear me down more than…

Going, Going, GONE.

The worst thing about a Deadline sale is that there’s only one shot. Or at least, there was in our case. We heard this morning (after calling the agent to find out what had happened after the vendor’s saw the bids last night) that someone else had put in a great offer – and while…

Making an offer

Today is the day! It’s the close date on the Deadline Sale and we’re submitting our offer. There’s been a few things holding us up on submitting the offer early: Do you know that there’s an embargo on insurance companies insuring properties? You need to make sure you can get insurance before you make an…

Deadline/Negotiation/Multi-Offers/For Sale

Entering into the New Zealand property market can be a confusing business. We’ve been struck by how absurd things seem to us – a house with no price listed and the selling arrangement is by Deadline Sale. Which, for the uninitiated is basically a blind auction with a set date for all offers to be…

Perfect on Paper

Before coming to NZ we’ve had a year of thinking of what we might want to do. Accomodation, tourism, a place for people to relax, entertaining, room for animals and an orchard with vegetable gardens. We also hoped for something that Mr Incredible could branch out into a cycling enterprise and capitalising on new trails…

SO MUCH TO DO!

I know in my head that this is all going to come together. I also know in my head that we have a mountain of things to do and very few weeks to make it happen. 4 weekends. 2 weeks of school holidays… with small children who want to “help”. A husband who works full…