A world of possibilities

Isn’t it funny, someone pointed out to me last week that I have answered the hero’s call.  For me it was just time to let go of the path I had planned for myself, a world of safety and where I was comfortable and to follow a new path that is waiting for me.

One day I just knew what I had to do, the voices in my head tried to scare me away but I didn’t listen.

Today I started with a fresh look to the future and all the wonderful possibilities it holds.

Today I started a new second job!

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That’s right I have two jobs!  One of them is in an art gallery!  ♥

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Before and After

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A small place, a home away from home for my big boy. I had some moments of regret and disappointment, many moments of total disgust and some days I broke down into tears at the mess that was before me.

You do not need to live in a place that looks like it should be in the cover of a designer magazine, but your home should not look like a pig pen! The people pigs that lived in this place were not normal people more like a group of hogs. Papa hog, mama hog and some piglets, one being a baby. The state of the kitchen was just something out of a scary movie. Thriller! I was gagging and almost vomited once when trying to get the grime off things. No wonder the place was infested with the one thing that gives me the biggest creeps and just the word makes me break out in hives – cockroaches. The extermination company said they are German Cockroaches (say no more)

My painter who lives in a shack, said his shack was cleaner and he would not be embarrassed for me to visit him there. The cleaning lady did not believe that a woman had lived in that apartment and used that kitchen. So…if they say all of that, can you imagine the filth? I was like the white sangoma with all sorts of fumitabs, powders and potions to get rid of the bugs. During those days I had no consideration for the ozone layer. Sorry.

Everything in that place was bleached and disinfected twice. Painted. Varnished. Cleaned. Finally ready for humans to live in.

These are the before and after pictures.

BEFORE 😦

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 AFTER 🙂 looking much better471 472 473 474 481 563 689 690 691 692 695 704 711 787 828 830 831 837 841 845 849 850 863 870

There are two cupboard doors missing. We need a chest of drawers to store some of the books that are still in boxes under his desk. The little sofa has not been delivered yet. So it’s a work in progress. But it’s livable and clean.

Leaving him this time (as a third year student) felt like I was leaving him for the first time all over again…my boy all alone in his own little place…

The key

We waited for what seemed like forever for this day to arrive…

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To hold the key to a flat that Moo would occupy until the end of his studies.

The day finally arrived, and I was greeted by all sorts of things – broken items, dirt, filth, roaches and lots of emotions – disappointment, regret, anger. My stay is almost over and the makeover is almost done.

I always thought decorating was a great job and maybe it is, but that is when you walk into a clean home and you can just shop for pretty things and turn the place inside out. Makeovers are not glamorous at all and whatever we see on TV is different when you living and cleaning it in real life. Sometime next week I hope to give you some before and after shots. Let me warn you that it is not for the faint hearted or weak.

Until next week….