Yesterday was a big family gathering in the Waikato. South of Auckland. South of where our house currently resides.
On the way down to our family gathering, we stopped in Manukau.
On the way home, we stopped in Manukau again.
Walking the kauri/rimu/matai floorboards for the first time, running my hands over the paint-chipped balustrades of the wee porch, measuring rooms and doors and windows and wardrobes and nooks.
It was exhilarating.
Mama and papa and brother and I spent an hour and a half roaming the rooms and measuring doors and windows, and then we spent three hours in the car dreaming our new house out loud.
The kitchen in particular is in pretty poor shape. As in, the shape of the kitchen is less than ideal. As in, it is on a single short internal wall. We’ll have to make some decisions about whether to rip it all out or work with what we have.
Oh, and I took photos. So, without any further ado, here is the house in its deserted, quirky, existing condition.