Our Houses: Too Welcoming

welcomeI had the strangest thing happen yesterday. A man came to my door, very sharply dressed, and asked if my house was for sale. It wasn’t, but he said that he was very fond of it and wanted to see if we could make a deal. I usually don’t just chat to any random stranger in a suit, but he seemed like he really wanted the place. And just after that, Martha said to me over dinner that she was thinking of selling the place. How very funny.

The man had some paperwork, and I took it to my conveyancer. Melbourne has a few that I’ve used over the years, what with my family constantly moving. I don’t know, perhaps it’s something in the genes, but we just have to keep moving on. In fact, some of the conveyancing people around here know us by name. I mean, of course, I always GET a conveyancing lawyer to do the paperwork and guide us through the process. You’d think we’d be experts, but it’s just…well, you need a degree to understand all the terms. I suppose that’s why they actually study this sort of thing.

Actually, I’d almost forgotten, but a similar thing happened in our old home. We were in the front garden having a barbecue, and a young couple strolled by and started talking about the house. They said it was really close to schools, which we’ve never noticed because we don’t have kids, had a big back garden for a potential dog and the attic could potentially be used as another bedroom if there were more kids. Then they asked if we were selling the place. That time, we had a Brighton conveyancing place all lined up. Do people just know this about us? Do we move so much, people eye our homes before they’re even put on sale? What a strange thing, how that’s never occurred to me…

Drain cleaning on the horizon

drain unblocking MelbourneI was super excited, the morning of the drain cleaning had finally arrived. I sat bolt upright when I woke up and checked the time before hopping out of bed. The night before I had laid out my clothes for following day. I had a notebook full of questions on my bedside table. I ran down the stairs and headed for the kitchen. I was super hungry because I was full of nervous energy and needed to get some food in me before the drain unblocking crew arrived. I’d been looking forward to this day for the past three days, ever since the drains had gotten blocked. I was really hoping to see the plumber walk through the door so I could hang out with him and ask lots of questions. I had hoped he would have the time to tell me all about drain unblocking, Melbourne pipes are pretty old in a lot of areas and need replacing. I knew that I would probably have to following the drain expert around with my notepad asking lots of questions,

I just hope he has time to answer them all. My mother explained that the plumber was on the clock and that his time was money but I was determined. I didn’t want to be a distraction, I would leave him to his work if he said he needed to be left alone. It can’t hurt to try though, I think drains and drainage are fascinating. If you think about it, there are drains almost everywhere in the world. You are always within a few metres of a drain if you live in the suburbs or the city. I wonder what it’s like under the cities in the sewer system. Is there anything interesting down there? I am so curious about everything to do with drain inspections. Melbourne sewer system must be very elegant based on what I know about city planning.  I told my mother that the plumber would be arriving in about an hour to replace the boundary trap, just to keep her updated.

The funeral for a guy I didn’t like

funerals PerthI’m first one to admit that I never actually liked Jen. I know that he was a good guy but something about him always gave me pause. I know that he did not deserve what happened to him, nobody does. I feel bad about it all, it’s the reason why I plan to talk to the Perth funeral director, the one renowned for great funerals. I want to ask him if he’ll be willing to give Jen a good funeral. Personally I do not know who was responsible for Jen passing on. I guess it doesn’t matter now, you can’t change the past. I feel bad for his wife and for his kid, little Jen Jr. We all love that little guy, his fighting spirit. He’s been in a wheelchair all his life but the little guy doesn’t let it get him down. I don’t know how they’re going to get by without the extra income to support all the hospital stays. I hope they opt for a closed coffin, I don’t want him to remember his father that way.

When it’s all said and done, he was a good man and he deserves a good funeral. His wife will make all the arrangement for the cremation, Perth friends and family will be there to help her through the hard part. I’m going to offer to help pay for the funeral director, it’s the least I can do. If only I could do more to ease their suffering. I hope the funeral service does him justice, I want to get someone to sing his favourite song at the funeral. I know that’s a little out of the ordinary but it’s the sort of thing that I think he would like. I heard that his sister was planning on attending, she should stay the heck away from the funeral. She is part of the reason why he isn’t with us today. That’s a story for another time.

Problems With Being a Tycoon

investmentLife is tough for a business tycoon such as myself. I might own over 50 properties around Melbourne, Sydney and Brisbane, but even though I pay people to do it for me, the complaints still trickle upwards.

The house is cold, I kicked in the door and now it won’t go back on the hinges, my daughter hasn’t been doing well at school since we moved in here…the complaints just go on and on, and sometimes I can’t do anything about it. How am I supposed to know what’s happening at the school of some girl in a city I’ve never been to?

Ridiculous.

If I didn’t have my Carlton conveyancing team handy, I might just be throwing myself out of a window. Into a pool of money. It would make me feel better, but it takes time to with draw all the cash and sometimes the coins can get lodged in odd places. No, conveyancing lawyers are really what help. When buying a property, I really don’t want to have to deal with all the paperwork. Some people only ever buy one house in their lifetime, and I’m probably going to be buying even more before my tycoon dreams can be realised. Thus having someone who can verify all the paperwork, who knows the property game…all very useful. Of course, I know more about property than most. I’m an expert, you might say. It’s what I do for a living, and I have to know my business so I can reap the benefits. But a bit of extra help is always a bonus, and I don’t mind parting with a small piece of my fortune for a small piece of mind. That way, I can reduce my daily workload from ‘hardly anything’ to ‘pretty much nothing’, except when surfing the web for more properties to add to my collection. I mean…my portfolio. See, hanging around these conveyancing solicitors has given me all the lingo I need to run a business. A sort-of business.

Conveyancing Rolling Stone

travelThe world is a much bigger place than people realise, which is why
I’m always travelling. I save up everything I can, just so I can head
out on some wacky adventures every time I have a holiday. It’s the
experience that really counts, you know? I eat off paper plates and
have never stayed in the same house for more than a year. My only
chair is a beanbag. You get it.
But my job? I do conveyancing in Clifton Hill. Bit of a strange
swerve, right? It’s a job I got into for the numbers side of things,
mostly. I do love that number crunching, and you can guess what game
I play a lot during those long airport layovers (it’s Sudoku,
obviously). Anyway, conveyancing works well for me. It’s a good job,
solid hours, decent holidays, satisfaction of seeing people who might
be buying a home for the first time, all of it and more. And
yet…it’s at odds with me and my character. Or rather, I thought it
was.
See, I’m a free spirit. I have to GO places to really feel alive. And
yet as I see people buying homes, and I’m the one who’s helping with
the process, I feel a bit of a tug. I DO love to travel. I love to
see new places, be a rolling stone and generally not adhere to any
sense of permanency. And yet on the flip side, I see how happy
getting your own place can make people. And yes, it’s extremely
happy. I shouldn’t like that as much as I do. After all, buying a
home is like the ultimate in being tied down. Once you have an entire
property, you can’t really move in many directions. A conveyancing
lawyer can’t just up and transfer you somewhere else, you’re there to
stay. And yes, that’s a little bit scary for anyone, but that’s why
property conveyancers exist: to help you make the right decision. So
what’s my right decision? Is it ever time to settle down? For someone
who’s supposed to be helping other people with that, I don’t think
I’m doing too well.