For this story to take place we will have to go all the way back to 2018. Mat was back in the army & had just got posted to Brisbane. Which was perfect. Both girls had settled, after much of their younger lives moving around changing schools. Our eldest daughter was wanting her high school years to be stationary, which was understandable in these crucial developmental times.
Mat was happy, he was back where he felt purposeful. Our relationship felt stable and we decided we wanted to buy another house. We found a perfect little house in Arana Hills, it had a pool, no backyard and a very steep driveway. The view was stunning, you could see the city. We put an offer and things were moving along. Until we got a building check and the house needed removal of asbestos, repairs throughout property and the pool retaining wall requiring major work.
After learning this, we decided to re-offer with all the work that needed to be done. But when the offer fell through, Mat and I decided we were ok with the outcome. We couldn’t see the value of the place with the amount of work needed.
This is when we decided to take a drive out to Dayboro. A quaint little town of the yester years. Whilst taking a drive we started to look at real estate in the area. To our surprise it was affordable. So we arranged a few inspections in Kobble Creek, a neighbouring suburb in the region.
We initially found a well established home 3 bedrooms, fireplace, very pleasant with all the luxuries. But it just didn’t feel quite right for us. So we kept looking, until we came across a very rundown little cottage. Overgrown, absolutely wild, a purple front door with Kookaburras. The house was tiny and needed tons of work.
After the realestate guy left, we ended up speaking to the previous owner. He took us for a walk on the land. I remember him distinctly talking about how the best part of living here was they camped on the land as a family. This really activated the desire to be more connected to my own family, but also how freaking cool to be able to camp on your own land!
Before we knew it we were signing a contract. Both Mat & I absolutely saw the value in this place. Something about it felt right as we walked on the land. We would later get a land clearing, learning that the land had infact chosen us. This part will be in the next segment of this story, which will be titled 'Ruma Ruma'.
It's important to note ever since we have been together, when Mat & I have decided on something together. Somehow everything has always fell into place for us, without force. Mat & I are both 8 Life Paths in Numerology, the number for service and manifestation. When the numbers combine in partnership, they act as a unstoppable force.
After we moved in we realised the house number was 29. Weirdly, Mat & I have always had 29 energy within our relationship. We got married on the 20.09.2009 =29/29
Our first home was 29
The date of purchase = 29 day
*Lots of synchnicities with this number.
29 is the number of community and soon as we moved into our little home things started to shift for us. I often call this house Ruma Ruma (little home in my birth language - Motu).
From here our story started to unfold in a different vibration.
To be continued....
Big Hugs x
Mish
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