A couple of weeks ago, I decided to write a hand written letter to the address that I have for the next door property.
The burned down one.
It's been like that for over 4 years, long before I moved in.
In the letter, I pointed out the negatives about living next to such a place, mentioned that I'm not a bogan, nor a developer, and included photos of the two main reasons for my pleading.
My reasons are damn cute.
Today, I received an sms from the owner's daughter, saying that he is in Melbourne, but that she asked him to sell the property to me.
I replied with a few extra !!!s and was singing and fist pumping all the way home. This has been 2 years in the making, I even attempted to get Silverai to help me on this quest (since the address I have is in their state).
As is often the case, I got home and all my enthusiasm has been drained within a sentence. This time it's "what about the new kitchen? (reno)".