Rainy Mountain Place

I would not be surprised if securing permanent, reasonably priced accommodation is one of the key factors necessary to minimise stress. Finding an abode has certainly calmed me down.

     We have a new home; a brick, three bedroom, two bathroom, tiled throughout with a double lock-up garage rental dwelling in the eponymous Rainy Mountain Place. There’s a mountain rising in the rainforest and mist beyond the backyard and if it isn’t raining, it’s about to (it has rained each day since we arrived nine days ago).

     I first rang about the realestate.com property in late February and was told there were so many applications, no more were being accepted.  A fortnight later, the house was still listed on the website and since it met my most important criteria – cheap and within riding distance of school and shops – I rang again.  Yes, I could go for an inspection.

The long patio reminds me of our TI decks.

     Interestingly it was the only property I viewed.  After the trauma of completing the rental application form for Rainy Mountain Place, I decided there was no way I was repeating the process and thereafter engaged in some deep prayer, positive thinking and repeated affirmations that we would become tenants of the Rainy Mountain Place house.

     The house must be twenty years old and full of quirky little maintenance issues such as the sliding doors are hard to slide, a toilet that keeps running water (note to ring agent re excess water) and the some of the fans have minds of their own when it comes to turning, but we love it. 

     The property is part of an estate set around a rough circle being a small park.  With the rainforest behind, it has an off-the-beaten track feel.  Our house is the last one in the estate being at a small cul-de-sac that doubles as two parking bays for visitors.

     We are all happy.  Tony is happy because renting our own home represents the unlimited potential life on the big island holds (I don't understand that one, but often Tony is so optimistic it drives me crazy).

 Kibby is happy because his dad is back and his dad is happy.
Seffy is happy because we are finally settled and she has her own room.

And the ducks are happy (more in the next post!).

 Gina Rose is happy.

       I am happy because we are permanently settled for at least the six months of the fixed lease. In fact I am even happier because that the drive to our Rainy Mountain Place home is a rather circuitous scenic route and there is NO chance of me driving past with the cul-de-sac and that makes for a stress-less life.