A house is a home

A House Is A Home
Credits: Ben Harper
Original Artist: Ben & Ellen Harper
a house is a home even when it’s dark
even when the grass is overgrown in the yard
even when the dog is too old to bark
and when you’re sitting at the table trying not to starve
a house is a home even when there’s ghosts
even when you gotta run from the ones who love you most
screen door’s broken paint’s peeling from the wood
locals whisper when they gonna leave the neighborhood
a house is a home where the chores are never done
where you spend your whole life running to and from
and if the life that you live is not the life you choose
make your child a home and start anew
a house is a home
even when we’ve up and gone
even when you’re there alone
a house is a home


The song above sums up so much about the year we’ve been in our home. Today marks exactly 365 days since we took delivery of our keys, broke the bed-rest rule of my pregnancy and drove over to the house we’d bought, but hadn’t seen in four months. Excitedly we opened the front gate, parked in the driveway, flicked through fifteen keys before we figured out which one opened the entrance, and stood proudly before the front door to take this selfie. We had huge grins on our faces (50% of us pregnant with child and showing it all in the fat nose) as we opened the door and took a look around.

And then our shoulders dropped and we sighed as we nervously looked from side to side, up and down, in cobweb-filled corners and out dirty windows. The house had been so neglected and our rose-tinted glasses had definitely fallen off.

We drove back to the townhouse in silence, neither of us willing to admit what both of us were thinking: we’d made a mistake. The house was older than we’d realised, the maintenance greater than expected and the garden needed way more work than originally realised. We’d provisioned a bit of money for renovations but could we squeeze in a bit of maintenance overhaul too?

Fast forward a year and we’ve survived a construction worker running out of the job half way, despite being paid – we lost tens of thousands in money, happiness and trust – and a second construction worker coming in to fix the first’s, but never finishing off the snag list. We lived through the toilets overflowing in our first week, our alarm not working so I couldn’t sleep for a month and our garden being so overgrown and filled with spiders I didn’t want to open any windows. We’ve adopted another cat (who finally joined me in the feminine department of our home), we have started a Kiera remembrance succulent garden, destroyed the herb garden with neglect, picked off our lemon tree weekly, redone most of the plumbing pipes, all of the electricity on one half of the house and, brought a human child into the home to live with us after spending weeks working on his nursery. This same house that gave us such hope and then disappointment and tears and then familiarity and then love, has given us one thing most important of all: a home.

We’ve made it our own despite having a list that goes on for miles of what we still want to do, but it’s ours, and one day we’ll get there. Or we won’t and the list will keep growing. Either way, we love our home – it’s huge, it’s got such potential and it’s the place Aiden has had his bris and been given his name in, learned to crawl in, become a water baby in, goes to sleep feeling loved and safe in, and provided us our dream happy place.

So, thanks, HouseHome, it’s been a whole year of memories. And we took some pictures along the way…

Before – main bedroom and en suite


Before - main bedroom and en suite


Before – main bedroom and bathroom extension

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During & after – main bedroom and en suite

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Aiden’s room & house living

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Aiden bath


One comment

  1. Angel says:

    It truly is a home, Shebeeliciousness, and you can feel it when you walk inside.
    Your “snag list” will grow, and your wishlist will grow, and you’ll mark things off of both of those lists for the rest of your lives, but you have the time to do that in your home.

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