3 Day Rollercoaster of the Housing variety
What a difference a week makes. We woke up on Friday without feeling like it was the middle of the night. Waking up today (Saturday) at 7.30 felt like a lie in! Nobody forgot anything or lost anything during the day yesterday. Small milestones but they mean a lot. My short term goal is to have a day where nobody cries for the whole day – we’ve had a few near misses but haven’t quite hit that bullseye yet. We almost did on Thursday but I blew it by getting lost on a motorway heading out into the desert on my first solo school run – Colin had gone to Maseru.
Anyway the main story of the week has been about housing. When we came in June we were looking to buy a house, and a few properties to rent out to students to support ourselves. Whilst we were ‘stuck’ in the UK we changed our minds, left our money working in the UK and decided to rent for now…. it has taken the pressure off us trying to get businesses up and running at the same time as everything else. One day though.…
So on Sunday we started looking online for a rented house. I have had people say again and again and AGAIN that “God has got a house for you”, “God has seen the sacrifice of getting rid of your house, and he’s no man’s debtor”, “Don’t worry about a house, God’s got it sorted” etc etc etc. OK, so we’re looking online and…it’s…all…a….bit…depressing, a massive difference to the properties for sale. Bars on the windows, scratchy little patches of garden, terrible old cardboard kitchens… and the biggest problem of all? There’s only 5 or 6 of them to choose from in the whole city. There’s smaller houses, and there’s vast houses (I guess to rent out to big groups of students). Not much in between. Oh.
Next morning we drop off the kids and begin. They wobble into school looking forlorn and faun-like on spindly little white legs. Forlorn fauns… add in myself and that made Four Forlorn Fauns on a Maudlin Monday Morn. (Instead of four French hens, three calling birds, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree). Wait – I have completely gone off the point….. Anyway we were all a bit weak and watery. Colin said if we can’t find somewhere nice, we’ll re-think the finances and buy, it’s important I’m happy. Nice husband, holding it all together as always. (He could live in a cave and be happy.) Meanwhile we don’t know when our stuff is arriving from the shipping company. Sigh…
First estate agent: they’ve only got 2 properties with four bedrooms. We saw one that day (with the dead bird and the G string) and took the kids to see one after school (to help lower their expectations in case there was a big disappointment round the corner). It smelt of dead cats. We teased Evie and said this is what her house will be like when she’s a crazy cat lady with loads of random animals and children later on in life. The kitchen and toilets were BAD – even Colin went quiet.
Next estate agent: our old friend Annette – she of the bling and the near house-sale with Leonnard way back…. FAB to see her, and there were hugs all round and my first good coffee since landing. No houses to rent…. oh hang on, maybe one… actually it would be perfect…. can somebody check? Nope, it just got signed off this morning. We promised her if we try to buy again, she’s our girl. Meanwhile she phones Marcelle, her friend who deals in rentals. No reply.
Next estate agent: a sweet grandpa type. We chatted for ages about soccer, London, the decline of the Rand, our church, and of course the fact that the Brits had just whipped SA at cricket. But did he have any houses? Errrr.. no.
Next estate agent: receptionist shows us in to wait for someone. In walks a switched on chick. Her name? Marcelle. She’s not got much…. one house where the man died and the wife just locked the door and left so EVERYTHING is still in there, and it’s a state… dust this thick, garage is full too, but it has potential at least. And one out in Waverley Hills but the owner (a judge) is living it up in Las Vegas.. she’ll try and get the key….
Day 1 over. Oh dear. But God.
Day 2. Nothing to do but just wait and see if anyone phones us. Marcelle eventually rings, then takes us to Waverley Hills… out through the countryside, onto a long drive past buck and horses.. in through a secure gate thing, and we’re in a kind of world-within-a-world, with fountains and green lawns and its own hospital and pub… huge house, all brand new… with an enormous living space, more like a community hall in size, with tons of fancy furniture. Hmmm… good to know there are nice houses to rent but how would we build community with people of all economic levels and backgrounds, when they would need to give fingerprints to even get in to the complex, and there’s no public transport to enable them to even get to us?
Marcelle suddenly said, “You know what, you guys like more cosy places? There’s one came up yesterday, I think you’ll love it. I’m going to take you to your house now!”
And she did!
It had been on the market to sell for ages, but on day 1 the owners had given up and put it up to rent. It wasn’t much more money than the dead bird house, but it had a pool, a thatched outside area for parties, even an old hot tub, a granny annex and more… a mezzanine level overlooking the garden, a wooden giraffe door, and walls with COLOUR on! It’s in a friendly, mixed part of the city called Langenhoven Park, near all the garden centres – yey! Funniest thing – they kept pigeons all down the side of the house, in huge cages (after I said no more bird stories)! The owners quizzed us: what kind of church would we be gathering in our home? Would we care for the poor? Would we welcome all races? REALLY unusual questions – and yes yes yes were the answers! It felt like a match, but with all these things you have to hold your nerve and wait.
We went to collect the kids. By the time they were out of school, Peyman had sent us details – “look at this house, it just came up on Gumtree, it looks really unusual”. It was our house. By the time we got back, another couple were looking round it and they wanted it too. It’s ‘first come first served’ here, once your finances are checked. Would the Nichols kids approve? With this whole journey we’ve said ‘it works for all of us or none of us’. Often in our family two children will say one thing, and one disagrees. (“Would you like burgers or pasta?” 1.burgers. 2.burgers. 3.Oh I wanted pasta. It’s like that.) Not at this house – they were ALL grinning from ear to ear. As we pulled away from the house, a few doors down I saw a sign “Annettes Creative Sewing. Sewing courses”. NOOOO! It couldn’t be true!! I am going to stalk my new neighbour – “can you load my bobbin please? can you help me hem this sleeve? which border do you think goes best with this fabric? can you be my friend?” Please pray for her! (Some of you know what I’m talking about!)
Form-filling began, at breakneck speed. Banks were accessed vie intermittent internet connections.. Eeeeeeeek.
Day 3.
7am I’m filling in forms that Nigel has printed off for us (we don’t have a printer) and I googled the name of the road, “Toitus”. It’s a pen name for Du Toit, an Afrikaner poet who was a chaplain during the Boer war. One of his most famous accomplishments was to translate the bible into Afrikaans. LOVE IT. This MUST be our house! We’re at the estate agents by 8am. Another couple have gone for it too but we’re ahead of them with financial checks as we have that work visa that took so long to wait for. Luckily Marcelle is free to crack on and do her side of things. (What do you do if your estate agent is busy? Lose a house?) It’s a waiting game. Sweet grandpa type estate agent rings with a house that’s come up on another website – it’s the same house. People are all over this house! Later on, after school we’re back in Marcelle’s office with the boys, signing terms and conditions things so she can fax them off ASAP and get the owner’s signatures to seal the deal before he signs anyones else’s. She’s just had a fisticuffs phonecall with another estate agent who says their couple was first! AND… after we left her that morning, another couple had gone in with forms/ deposit after we’d left, so they’d gone back to the actual house to offer the owners more money, and to propose that they leave out the estate agents. Thankfully our landlord did the honourable thing and stuck with us. Smiley face.
It’s ours from the 1st Feb. We’ve paid at the guest house until 13th Feb so there’s a nice overlap to get sorted. Want to look? This is the very fanciest view – it’s not all this amazing by any means, but just take a look at this bit!
The only bummer is that we found out yesterday our stuff doesn’t arrive until March. So we have another month still, camping out of suitcases. In the light of my photo you’d think that that wouldn’t get to me, but it did. And then I recovered and got back with the program again. Rollercoasters – they can make you feel quite queasy after a while.
What a blessing, and great lessons for your kids in doing things the right way 🙏🙆
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Wowsers!
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Oh so glad. It will be lovely to get settled. A whole month to clean with no clutter 😀
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Beautiful! Both the tension in the narrative – I could not decide how it would end – and the photo! Best line? But God!! So pleased for you!
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Oh ,Glory Glory Hallelujah.I don’t think I took a breath till I got to the end .And now I can’t stop laughing…..
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Reading this latest fgf posting brought tears to my eyes. God is sooooo good, shame about your stuff but great about your new home!! Love you guys. You shine!!
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Thanks Nikki ! Miss your smiley face x x
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Hi Pam, Love your blogs. Glad God saved the best house for you. I can just see you and Colin sitting on the balcony. We did wonder if Evie has to go through the same initiation Isaac had or is it different for girls? Your constantly in our thoughts and prayers. xxxx
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No it was just Isaac as it was part of starting high school – putting the ‘big boys’ in their place as they’ve ended junior school and making sure they know their place starting high school! I think a lot of it has actually been quite good natured but Isaac is a sensitive soul and it’s hard in a new place to know what’s what! Thanks Tania, love to the family
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Delighted you have found ‘the house’…and just think of all those lovely cushions you can make! Thinking of you all and sending our lovexxx
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Thanks for staying in touch Debbie!! Sorry I missed the Maldoons birthday coffee – boohoo x x x
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I would have kept quiet about the granny annexe but hey!! It’s somewhere to put the visitors that will now be heading your way…… All you need now is a butler. So, so glad for you.thanks Big J.😇
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Thank you amazing God for this house for this amazing family. Looks lovely. Love to you all xxx
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Thank you Val! Big love sent back to ya! I’ll get the cocktails ready, just say the word….
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…….and breath…..phew I couldn’t wait to get to the end and it was the outcome I wanted to happen. Oh Pam so,pleased for you all…..that is some house!!! Looks luverly, you will be so happy there, lots of amazing things are going to come from you being there. Love to you all. Miss you xxxx
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You lot are brilliant! I just don’t know how you cope, but you do. Thank God that you have Him in your life. I’m sure you will manage without all your stuff but it will be a great celebration when it does arrive. I like the sound of the ‘granny annexe’. Can I be the first granny in there, please? Love Bar
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Oh Pam, my nerves were tingling reading your post! What a cliff hanger, again. I love the extras; sewing neighbour etc. Great stuff -hope your heart rate has slowed down by now. Lv to everyone! xx
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and by the way, next time I’m in SA, you better have the G&T ready! x
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thank you Pam…what a story, well done all 5 of you. the house looks gorgeous, we pray on that the twisted bits will become a plain and you can relax a bit knowing the best is to come!
I have a card in my bedroom a quote from Mother St Julian of Norwich “All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well”
well done you brave and faithful Nicholls!!
Love and prayers. Jenny and Chris xx
and you may be able to pick up your quilting etc again….:-)
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Thanks Jenny! Not very brave sometimes but we are trying..!! x
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Baaie baaie lekker !! Remember to look up whilst you are drinking your G n’ Ts on the deck, to watch the wildlife that inhabit the thatch !
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I thought I’d sit down and read your blog with a cuppa to relax ate school. ..haha! I’m now wound up and feel I’ve had a taste off that roller coaster. Your house looks lovely. ..bank this story of God’s faithfulness for the future. Thanks for sharing so honestly, it helps us to pray with so much more insight. Love to all x
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What a complete exhausting nightmare!
But it wasn’t a dream!
You have a house to call home.
Alright perhaps no internet, or line to phone.
No extra clothes of furniture much!
But you are altogether as such!
So pleased the pieces are joining up!
We’re praying on and raising a cup!
Cheering through and admiring from a distance.
You are all amazing, facing some resistance.
All in all you are doing great.
Looking forward to your blog,next date. X
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hope there’s wine in that cup you’re raising Fiona?
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