Home Sweet Home

Okay, so Its 3am and I am lying awake in my dodgy motel, tired as I can be but still cant sleep. Its so noisy! People have no respect… they steal my food out of the communal fridge, bang around at 3am… and there is hardly ever running water. So I crack it… 3 weeks of this and I’ve had enough. I started to pack my bag and decided I would move into the office if there was no other choice… I say a quick prayer, then try and sleep.

Next day I am on my way to work and I bump into a guy who I briefly met once… it comes up in conversation that my accommodation sucks and he says he knows a guy who has a room… Five minutes later I am in a truck with the guy with the spare room. He takes me to the beautiful, QUIET, little house on the hill and says I can move in tomorrow… for half the price I was paying at dodgy motel. I have already packed my bags so of course I say yes… Oh how sweet to finally have a place to call home!

So the new place is small… only two bedrooms. But its lovely and quiet, has a TV (so I can watch last seasons Home and Away), has running water, loads of books and a cute little cat named ‘Cheese.’ We even have ‘house Mary’s’ to do our washing for us and at night it is so quiet I can even hear the ocean... My new housemate Luke is really nice… he cooks, he cleans and he never stops talking (or smoking!) He is an American scuba diving instructor who has been here for a year already, so he knows everything about everything in Gizo… and my landlord is the island Mayor and he and his wife already treat me like a daughter. Oh I can’t describe the relief. Thank you God for answering my prayer… and for throwing in a ‘house Mary!’