I do not own a car...yet.
I do not have a mortgage...yet.
I do not have to pay for insurance...yet.
But a car means freedom and I am looking forward to it immensely. This week, I drove B to the doctor to have his chest infection checked out. He was in driving condition but sweetly permitted me to drive the 4 -5 minute drive to the medical centre. I like being behind the wheel and not having 10 drivers eyeing my lot means I have the chance to actually park at my own time.
Not that I have actually parked yet aside for the straight ahead parallel parking I did at church the other Sunday.
At the medical centre, there is no need to park within painted boxes because there are none. The 6 - 8 car "parking lot" is gravel on both sides of the road. All I had to do was make a left into the road and a full left to swing into the gravel spot.
Nice.
We are still location shopping, having no money to house shop yet. Exactly how far away from the parents is a good location, or how near? There are no answers as of now.
We are exploring the idea of a 2 bedroom 1 bathroom home on a minimum 600sqm land and then build a small granny flat extension to the side of the house for visitors who will have their own private accommodation.
Still, these are just ideas.
