More Houses. Bring Me More.

Melbourne home staging for saleYou know, I’ve always wondered how people make their houses so nice for selling. We’ve been home-hunting for a good few months now, mostly because I revel in looking at other people’s properties so much that I never want it to end. We’ll have to pick one soon, though. Mack’s losing his patience and we’re only three months married.

Alright, so clearly I should’ve been a real estate agent, but also…a house staging expert. Or agent, maybe, not really sure what they call themselves. That’s why all these houses look so marvellous when we go to see them, and I suppose the main reason for my minor addiction to this house hunt. It’s all just so pretty, but natural, like you could just walk in and claim it as your own! Maybe not so natural for me, because if that was the case then here would be piles of ironing and probably a few more unwashed dishes. Recently-married life, we’re still sorting out a few things. Didn’t expect Mack to be so…well, house-proud. That’ll definitely come in handy, once he stops naggign me about it. It’s a lot worse living in a unit out the back of his parents’ home, but that’s neither here nor there. What’s here AND there is that I feel like working in an office is no longer my true calling. Not so! Chalk it down to how much I love houses and being nosey, but I really feel like I could have a flair for this home staging thing. I’m not so house proud when it comes to my own space, but I could totally go to someone else’s place and rearrange everything so it’s looking wonderful and everyone who enters will want to pay with cash right there on the spot. That sure is a lot of cash, but it’d just be a testament to my skills.

First things first, I suppose; we need a home of our own! I wonder if the Melbourne property staging people require you to submit a photo of your own place on the resume. You know, so they can see your skills with your own place. Guess I have to become house-proud!


Don’t Do Crime. But If You DO…

motivational speakersCommitting a crime was probably the best decision ever.

Alright, that’s a bad start. With what I just learned at the seminar you’d think I wouldn’t say stupid stuff like that. But then, here we go…more stupid stuff. I guess you just can’t help some parts of yourself. But yeah, I’ve made some really bad decisions. In my defence, I got really addicted to the thrill of stealing cars, and I didn’t have much else in my life besides thrills so…anyway, I got in some trouble, more than usual. Instead of jail time I had to go along to a conference for people straightening out their lives. And I’m thinking…motivational speakers, whatever. Nothing anyone can say is going to make me all good and sweet and nice and not a criminal on the inside. Some things are just broken and can’t be fixed with a bit of motivational speaking.

Well, that’s still pretty much true. But then, you can’t underestimate how words can give you the power to change yourself, even in tiny, baby steps. I was at that conference for eight hours, and I needed to hear pretty much everything. There I was surrounded by a bunch of criminals and drongos, all of whom looked like they severely needed a good kick up the butt. Like me, yeah. But then, there’s something about getting talked to for that many hours in a row that really makes it sink it. I began to realise what was being pounded into my head: it was all on me. I had the power to change myself, I’m the only one who can. Oh, and I definitely could. I wasn’t weak, because no one truly is unless they tell themselves that they are. Eventually I began to believe it, and even take notes so I could stick them on the wall and really grow to understand what they meant.

I’m not sure what comes next, but I’m feeling really pumped up. Really motivated, you might say. Guess I shouldn’t have been so disparaging about inspirational speakers. They really do inspire!