Last night, after Mike got home from work, we packed up our various suitcases into the office car and moved over to our new house!
We are lucky to have this house… this I know. It’s only been five weeks since we arrived in country – it could have taken us much longer to find a place. And this one has windows, with screens. It has air conditioners. It even has actual shower stalls instead of the toilet showers that are standard here and that leave the bathroom floor, toilet seat, and (frequently) toilet paper, wet for hours.
Our landlords speak excellent English, and have semi-furnished the house with a couple of beds, a fridge, a gas cooker, a microwave, a table and chairs – even a desk and small bookshelf for me. The internet is hooked up and working.
I think, I hope, I will feel safe here during nights that Mike is away in the field.
Yes, logically I know that we are very lucky indeed to have this house. So can someone perhaps explain to me why Mike and I sat at the breakfast table this morning staring glumly into our cereal bowls? (Cereal bowls, I might add, that our accommodating landlords have lent us until our shipment arrives.) And why, as Mike was walking out the door at 7am this morning, did I have to fight the urge to throw my arms around his neck and beg him not to leave me alone here to deal with…
The dead cockroach on the floor by the sink.
A hot water heater in the master bedroom shower that doesn’t work.
Missing toilet seats.
Missing keys for the front door.
Air conditioners in the bedrooms that don’t have the cooling muscle I’d hoped for.
A fridge that’s on the small side.
A posse of roosters just over the back fence that crowed us awake just after five this morning, and a loud and angry dog who apparently hates them as much as we do.
The sheer amount of work that needs to be done to make this place feel like a home.
Then I look out this window – the window above the stairs – and I see this. And I remember again that we are lucky, very lucky indeed, to have this house.
Now I have a cockroach to go deal with, but what about you – ever had renter’s remorse?