It's Me, Sara Louise

OK, not defeated per se, but I am giving up, for now. 

Between my 17 days in Dublin, limited French skills, and guests arriving this summer, we (I) couldn’t wait around to find a house that we (I) love. They do things much slower here and I feared it would be the end of summer (if lucky) before we found something and could move. So we’re going with Home number three.

(When I say they do things S L O W L Y… papers were dropped off on 17th May and we were told we could move in 1st July… for renting… not buying… and the house is vacant).

The thought of spending the gorgeous Provencal summer in this stuffy box (yes, I’ve always referred to it as my cozy abode… cozy = stuffy… I was trying to stay in the positive) kills me, so we’ve called time out on the home hunting and are settling (kind of) temporarily.

Our new home…

It’s only a three minute walk from our current house (I timed it). This will make moving a breeze. Packing, what packing? I’m just going to throw stuff into the Megane and Clio and away we go. Fifty can run along behind the cars (don’t even have to pack Fifty… bonus.)

It’s off the main street which means I shouldn’t have tourists looking in my windows as I’m cooking dinner (shouldn’t, but there really are no guarantees with those zany tourists). And it’s up on a hill so the view from the bedroom is beautiful (this is great because the wall around the old village blocks out the view and sunlight from our current house). 

This is a few feet from the front door…

Charming (haunted) ruins of a former wheat mill or something like that, that I’m sure will creep me out and scare the bejeezus out of me sometime. Hopefully, we’ll be moving on before winter and dark mornings and early nightfalls come.
(And this photo does not do it justice. In real life, when the sky is not that wonderful shade of blue, and you’re up close to it, it looks much creepier. I promise.)

Back to the new house…

It has a garden. A tiny garden, but big enough to sit out in, or have dinner in, and that’s all I care about. But one of the walls of the living room is all glass, with sliding door, that can be left open and make the living room feel like it’s outside (I might be being a bit too optimistic on this one… we’ll see).

There is a huge fireplace in the dining room. I’m leaving this as a bonus, even though hopefully we won’t have to use it because we would have moved on before winter. Plus I don’t like the thought of Nazi Ghost Zombies coming down the chimney.

And it has two bedrooms, one for me and The Husband, and one for Fifty.

But there is one snag that you are not going to believe (I’m still coming to terms with it myself)…

Remember when Honey Jr moved in across the street from us in the apartment above his grandmother’s house? That didn’t work out so well what with Grandma Honey coming up unannounced all the time when Honey Jr was trying to entertain the ladies (you know what I’m saying). So Honey Jr decided to move back in with his parents. Recently, he found a little one bedroom house that he will be moving into in a few weeks. Great, good for Honey Jr. He will be free to mack on the ladies without Grandma Honey busting in. 

But then… 

A few days ago, The Husband went to show Honey Jr our new house… and guess what… it turns out Honey Jr’s new house is right next to ours…. surprise!!! We even share a wall, and practically a garden. Oh how I wish you could have seen my face when I found out this little morsel of news. Like he hasn’t been all up in my grill before, now we share a wall? Poppycock!