Back in Brisbane, our thoughts constantly returned to the Bavarian Hut and we wasted no time in seeing our bank manager before heading up to Lower Beechmont again. Days later our offer was accepted while we tried to explain to our daughters our motivation. Gen, our eldest, became pensive and puzzled as she realized how determined her parents were and despite reassuring her that we were doing the right thing, she remained unconvinced. Nat was encouraging but worried that we were taking on too much. I knew we were too, but it was as if we were unable to stop the powerful set of motions that was now in place.
Our Tibetan Spaniels, Jessie and Bruno patiently waited while we continued to travel up every weekend. Skips were ordered and filled, then reordered and filled again. I did not admit to many people how overwhelmed I felt because the more stuff I sorted and threw out, the bigger the pile seemed to grow. I found a double cupboard filled with plastic bags and as I threw them out I saw at the bottom a rats nest complete with dead rat. Grimacing I had to walk away - the stench was appalling. I knew that once the tradespeople arrived, I would have to live at the Bavarian Hut while Bruce joined me every weekend.
I did not revel in this idea. Leaving my beautiful three story home with my dogs, husband and daughters. How would I cope with living in squalor with holes in the walls and the neglected lifestyle of the previous owners. Somehow although the paperwork showed that we had bought all three houses, outbuildings, land and all the contents of the houses, I felt like an unwelcome visitor. Strange to have the consent to go through other peoples personal possesions. Didn't they want any of it? Weren't their children wanting a part of their parents history?
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