Endless Paperwork

For someone who grew up in a tent, moving into my own home, that I bought, is quite a big deal. I know my parents wouldn’t approve, but I’ve moved beyond that. I’ve moved past the mentality that walls are bad and the outdoors are the only…doors. People can be inside, it’s fine! Besides, tent people are hypocrites anyway. They claim that being outdoors in the only way humanity was ever meant to be, because it’s all natural, but then they also go and buy glasses to fix their vision. And they all have smart-phones. And when I left my parent’s tent they just had super-high-speed broadband installed, so really, I think their whole ideology is down the drain at this point. They like tents, it’s fine. Don’t make a big deal out of it, I say.

The first time going to a conveyancing office in St Kilda was pretty weird, however, so I’m really glad to have my future wife who did NOT grow up in a tent to help me out. I was sitting there in an office, already pretty strange for someone like me, and a person was telling me all about this paperwork that needed to be filled out. I’m sure people with a more conventional background would be totally fine with all this stuff, but things got kinda fuzzy for me towards the end there. Towards the middle. Okay, it was a wall of fuzz from the get-go, but again…my amazing not-yet-wife was there to explain everything to me. So now there’s a tale circulating amongst the conveyancers of Melbourne that a funny foreign fellow was just in, needing his partner to explain very basic concepts. I’ll take that one. It’s been happening a lot since we decided to take the plunge and buy a home for after we’re married. But conveyancing solicitors are just something I would’ve had to learn about at SOME point, so now is as good a time as any. Not looking forward to having to learn about home DIY. I’ve never touched a power tool in my life and I’m not looking forward to it.