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On the eve of our first month in our new whare...

On the eve of our first month in our new whare...

Would just like to say...

Thank you ♥️

And adulting is hard.

And the bills!

But in comparison to that money going to someone else's mortgage....

Seeing each fortnight my mortgage payment steadily decreasing the overall mortgage - is so freaking cool.

Somebody reminded me yesterday about it being a good debt. It's not a bad debt.

Just like the washing machine I bought.... We needed a new one. But the frustrating thing is that we had to. Because the repair guy doesn't come to Ōpōtiki anymore.

The cool thing is that I wasn't stressed in trying to find the money this time. True - I'm still paying the rest off but again - good debt.

Yes - there are a couple seals needing replacing. But these too are a process and finding common ground with the builders of the whare to do the repairs.

But we're in. We're here. We're still moving things around. I still haven't planted anything into the garden or felt the soil in my hands yet. But we're here. And far out. Every single day I'm just so thankful to have gotten here.

Someone else reminded me today how proud I should be. How far I've come. Literally and figuratively.

Little Alex used to dream of living in the same town as her dad and siblings. Now I do.

Little Alex used to stare out her bedroom window at the rain on the concrete. Now I do too. It's just a different view.

♥️

Ngā mihi koutou ♥️

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