Someone might drop by, unexpectedly. They might follow me in to my bedroom as I grab some shoes, or my bag. They might (*gasp*) have to use my toilet if the main one was occupied!

The house had to look perfect, always.

We had built our home, the furniture was bought for this house, everything was as it was meant to be.


But in the end, to be closer to family and friend’s, we made the difficult decision to sell. These were some of the photographs from when we sold…

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Not a smudge on the windows, not a mark on the table, floors polished, pillows in place. Now I could tell you that this was our home staged. But in reality, this was our home as I liked to keep it.

I can’t even tell you how much time I lost polishing those porcelain tiles…Clay was at school then, what else was I to do with my days?


Our home is too big. The yard is too big, we have a room we don’t even use, the backyard is only ever seen when I need to rake it. Wasted spaces, and wasted time spent cleaning those wasted spaces.

I discovered the idea of Minimalism, and (inspired by the simplicity of it) I purged, I got rid of so much stuff. We had a garage sale, and I can’t even remember a fraction of what was sold. And after we had cleared out all these possessions, the house seemed too big.

So we made the decision (after only a year) to sell, again. Here are a few photographs from this house…

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…and these photographs are most definitely staged. From top to bottom, as I type, the outdoor table is covered in craft supplies; the kitchen has last nights dishes (washed at least) and Jenga game, and this morning’s breakfast dishes still covering the benches; the dining table has texta’s and paper on it, and the fruit bowl is off centre (it makes a great ipad stand), fruit spilling out of it (as I had to pop away my other fruit bowl, it didn’t look right with two bowls for the photo you see…); my bed doesn’t have a doona cover on it (I always removed it after showings so it wouldn’t get wrinkled/dirty), and there’s washing on the floor; Jessie’s room is covered with barbie dolls and hair accessories; and finally, the ensuite, well, that one I’m trying to stay on top of, those darn chrome taps and glass shower screen need to be wiped dry of any water immediately because of the harsh water we have here…wouldn’t want any calcium spots building up for the new owners!

We have spent the past couple of months renovating and painting this house so that we had a better shot of selling it for something more than what we paid. It worked, we signed the paper work yesterday after only a week and a half on the market. In monetary terms, it was worth the struggle, but in terms of time…time away from my children, time spent painting and tidying instead of baking cookies or playing Minecraft with my kids…it doesn’t even come close.

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If I’ve learnt anything from this experience, it’s that I have changed, a LOT. I no longer want the perfect home, the show home, I no longer want everything in it’s place. I want the mess, I want the chaos, I want the laughter and the Lego under foot, I want the time to spend with my family.

Unschooling is so much more than an education philosophy, it’s a way of life, and it has changed our lives in more ways than I could have ever imagined. It has bought me immeasurably closer to my children, and it’s allowed me to figure out the things that are important in life.

And shiny chrome taps aren’t one of them.