Posted November 13, 2018 07:22:20 When did your husband realise that he had to move out of the Bali villa, a small, white bungalow just off the northern shore of Lake Louise?
I was a kid in that room, and I remember sitting in a corner of the living room watching the sun come up over the lake and thinking “I need to get away from that, I’ve got to move.”
My husband had always lived in the same house, but it was a different house, with a different owner, a different name, and a different life.
But at the time, I was quite excited about the idea of leaving the house I had known and loved, because I knew we would soon be moving out.
My husband and I moved into the Balisne in 2014.
But after that, the BalIsne seemed to have become a ghost town.
The main thing was that the neighbours would always come to the Baliesne, or just stop by for a visit, and there was no sense of life outside the home.
So I was pretty much the sole occupant of the home, and it felt very strange to me.
I was trying to get the hang of things like the kitchen, because we couldn’t have the appliances.
My mum, my brother and I were the only people living there.
My sister had just started working at the local pub.
My brother-in-law lived with his parents in the neighbouring apartment.
But that was it.
I didn’t feel like I was getting anywhere, and my life was so chaotic.
We lived with my parents for six months, then we moved into a hostel, and we just kept going through life.
The Bali was really lovely, but then it just seemed so empty.
It was like a ghost house.
The neighbours were just out there, but there was nothing to do, no activity.
The windows had been boarded up and there were no windows.
So you could see the sea and the lake but no one was looking out.
So we were very lucky that my sister and I didn’ actually stay with them for a long time.
We just decided to move away from it.
We went to the hostel that the hostels were at and got a place to stay.
I just realised that this was the only place we could get a decent night’s sleep.
I started getting worried.
There were no TVs and no internet.
I could’t watch Netflix or anything else.
It seemed that there was nowhere to go.
My brothers and I decided that we would start to live out of our van.
We’d get a small flat, then I’d move in and my brother- in-law would live with us.
We had our own room, my own bed and my own bathroom.
My family stayed in our van until we moved out, which was in January.
We were still there for six weeks.
Then I thought “that’s it.
There was no reason to continue living in the house.
It’s just been empty for so long.
After about a year, I realised that we needed to move again.
There was still a lot of work to do.
We did some work on our own, and then I moved in with a friend, and things got a bit more settled.
The first thing we had to do was find a place for us to live, which is really difficult because you don’t want to live in a room that your partner or your parents might use, so you’ve got your own room to work in, your own bathroom, your living room and your kitchen.
So the first thing I did was go to the rental agents.
My father’s company, which I was really proud of, called us “The Bali Ville” because of our name.
The rental agent said “it looks nice, but we can’t help you because we don’t have any space to put it.”
So we thought “we could just use the kitchen”.
The kitchen was a lot bigger than what I had in the Balisesne, and that’s where we decided to put the fridge.
I think the fridge had been around for a few years, but at that time, it was very old.
I went to a specialist fridge supplier, and they said “this fridge is very old, we’ll replace it for $400”.
So we put in an order for an old fridge, and the next day we went to buy it.
It cost us $400, and now it’s only worth $50.
It wasn’t too bad, I think, but the old fridge is pretty old.
It is in really bad shape.
So when I arrived home I noticed that it was so cold.
I mean, it just wasn’t warm enough to sleep in.
So, I thought to myself, “I’m not really doing this for the money, I’m