Not Our Dream Homes

This is my answer to the daily prompt: Write about your dream home.

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Ok, so the following are not our dream homes, but they are homes we’ve lived in all the same and recently, while visiting my childhood hometown, I gave myself a little project to drive around and photograph every house in which Dean and I had lived.

There were six in total and here they are.

House No 1 – 192 Boundry Street

A quaint little worker’s cottage.

This is the house we lived in after we were married almost 38 years ago. Back then it was a neglected rental property with chicken wire fencing and no plants or shade in sight anywhere.

It’s easy to see that the current owner loves this house.

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House No 2 – 5 Bloom Court

A cosy little kit home.

This is another rental and it never looked like this when we lived in it. There were huge trees providing shade, a vacant allotment at the rear, and the carport wasn’t built in like it is now.

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House No 3 – 1 Mundy Court

Owned by the State’s housing commission.

We were struggling financially and were very pleased to be assigned a house by the housing commission. It meant cheaper rent based on our income. This was a new home when we moved in and we planted all the grass and that huge tree on the left.

We moved out when I went back to work and that cheaper rent increased to an unreasonable amount.

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House No 4 – 39 Mill Drive

A large family home with a separate granny flat.

My mother and brother lived here with us for a while. There was no carport and I don’t remember the fencing looking like that. Also – we kept the grass trimmed short.

When my mother and brother moved out, we couldn’t afford the rent by ourselves, so we looked for a cheaper rental property, and moved again.

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House No 5 – 28 Yut Fay Avenue

This was another cosy little kit home.

I don’t remember this house looking this good, but it has a huge backyard – big enough for a trampoline from which Kate broke her arm doing a backward summersault with a 1½ twist in the pike position.

That wasn’t the end of the trampoline, but it was the end of her gymnastic stunts.

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House No 6 – 2 Elisa Street

Of all the houses I visited, this was the saddest and it made me sigh. This was the first home we owned.

I thought this house looked unloved and neglected.

This was ours, the one we put all our money into, the house we turned into a real home and we loved it.

It had a coved entertaining area out the back with an attached greenhouse that had a little bridge over a pond. It had two separate greenhouses on either side that blocked the backyard from the front and when our loan was approved, we were the customers who took the bank’s lending over a specified level for the year and were rewarded with a ‘face-lift’ – more than $5,000 of landscaping (in the front yard), a garage door (because there wasn’t one) and a few other little bit and pieces that jazzed up the street appeal of our home – paint, potted plants, and latticework come to mind.

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So these were the houses Dean and I lived in before July 1993 when we moved to the southeast corner of Queensland.

But there was one other dwelling we shared.

2/5 Mcintosh Street

Flat No 2 in a block of 5 units.

We lived in this little flat for 12 months before we got married and moved into the house on Boundry Street (listed as House No 1).

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There was something about visiting these houses while I was in Townsville in January.

I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I think doing so made me sad.

Sad for what I’m not sure, but perhaps I was melancholy for another time in my life.

I also photographed the houses I lived in before I met Dean – I’ve saved them for another day.

Author: Clare

Ever-expanding one star at a time, my cosmos is a galaxy of thoughts and creativity where you can find poetry, short stories, photography and so much more.

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