The House On The Hill

So we have a house - a beautiful house. A house on a hill. Where I can look out over wine country from my little terrace/balcony and sip my cup of coffee in the morning sunshine.

I look forward to waking up in this house. To the possibilities that seem to me to be bubbling just below the surface as I dream of it.

This house wasn't on our list. We found it after a long day of house inspections, sighing at the sight of pre-fab courtyard homes butted up against one another. Squares of instaturf and even smaller squares of sunshine.

Buoyed by the news that I had a job waiting for me as soon as we moved, we went on a wander and stopped in to one of the real estates we hadn't seen.

And here we found our home.

WonderMan fell in love before we even drove up the driveway. And then he found the bar in the loungeroom. 

He insisted we must rent this house as soon as he spotted the dishwasher. I hadn't even got in the back door.

He was right though.

Aside from the fact that there are two living rooms and two bathrooms.... which I know means more cleaning but makes me feel oh so grown up...


I can see my kids dancing there.


I can see friends gathered around us.

I can feel the sunshine of our new beginning and this is the perfect place to start.

The best part? I may fit into those size 10 jeans after living there a while... that hill is a KILLER!