17/07/2026
The first house we rented was beautiful, old, full of character, and almost certainly had mould.
It looked exactly how we wanted it. Colonial old villa, tropical garden, the kind of worn wooden doors that tell you a house has had a life. We loved it immediately. Having the space, nature and huge swimming pool out in the middle of nowhere was bliss.
Then we all got sick.
One by one. The kind of tired that settles into your bones and doesn’t shift.
We’re fairly sure it was the house. We will never know for certain.
The mould situation required a move and after a month living where we thought we would stay a while we found the perfect, modern villa that fit our family (will show you soon - once I pick up all the Lego).
Here’s what I’ve learned about arriving somewhere new: the imperfect choices are still choices. The mouldy house gave us a month of memories and taught us exactly what to look for next time. We found something better. We always find something better.
That’s also been the pattern of this whole adventure actually.
The first version is never quite right. You learn from it. You find something better. You keep going. 💛