Okay, I admit it– I am a homebody. Stretching out on the couch with a good book is bliss. When I was a lot younger, it could be anybody’s couch. Now, I feel that things are right when it is my couch in my personal space. I went back over to our new abode today and had a look around, trying to imagine actually living there. Many of you who have some sense of my personality may be astonished at my choice of living space for the next two years. This house is bizarre. The facade itself almost disappears among its neighbors. It may have had a number at one time, but it no longer chooses to reveal that information. You have to deduce it from the houses next door. Most of the space is taken up with a two-car garage and the front door, which has no knob, only a deadbolt. If you are very perceptive, you will have noticed by now that there are no windows facing the street. You may be thinking by now that this is the perfect home for introverts. No one to see in, no one to find you.

The house is located in a lovely little cul-de-sac that the British (and Australians) call a mews. There is a little play area and play-set for small children. Most of the other homes are fairly substantial, and quite traditional. Ours is not.

Come in, come in. You will notice, of course, that the entry is long and the ceiling is quite high. Black and white tiles cover the floor as far as your eyes can see. The house is fairly narrow, but quite long. To your left as you enter is a door to the most substantial space in the entire structure, a huge garage with a ceiling that is at least twenty feet. [Let’s face it, the man exaggerates.  The ceiling is actually fourteen feet]  This would be comfortable accommodation for an entire village in the third world.

The night before our movers were to arrive with our shipment, we learned to our dismay that the electricity had not been turned on. I don’t know if it was a slip up on the agent’s part or simply a misunderstanding, but DirectConnect, the service that was supposed to get in touch with me about getting the utilities turned on, failed to do so. For some reason I assumed that it was being taken care of. It wasn’t. Fortunately, the removal of a cotter pin saved the day. I was able to bypass the electric operation of the door and lift it up by hand. Not having access to the garage would have made the movers job much more difficult.

Just beyond the door to garage is an unusual room that is perfectly square, a small room with no windows, only pocket doors off the hallway. It was used as a study by the previous tenant, and it will be my study as well. When I feel too claustrophobic, I’ll work on the laptop somewhere else. The house opens up a bit immediately after the study. There is a nice size dining area that is quite light, thanks to a large inner courtyard. Glass doors from the dining area, the kitchen and the master bedroom offer access to the courtyard. There are some lovely plants, a stone Japanese-looking lantern, bamboo poles, and an electrically operated bamboo water device that fills up a stone bowl. The switch is in the master bedroom.

The kid in me loves this. But I am getting ahead of you. I can hear you asking about the corridor off to the left before the dining area. That leads, dear friend, to two bathrooms and the master bedroom. I can’t really explain why the two of us require two bathrooms, but it can’t hurt. They are both done up entirely in black and white. The first is quite large, and has a lovely tub. The wash basin is frosted glass, the fixtures first rate. There is no cabinet for storing anything.

The second bath is just off the master bedroom. It has a shower only, but it is spacious enough for two. It is adjacent to the closet, which has a considerable number of wire racks going all the way to the ceiling. Remember, now. The ceiling is twenty feet. I spent a good hour today going up and down our step ladder in the closet. Next to that, over the bathroom, is a store room for suitcases, perhaps.

The end of the bedroom gives on to the courtyard, which can get quite hot in the late afternoon. Fortunately, there are louvered blinds as well as an ingenious Australian invention– a sliding plastic panel built into a glass window or door for fresh air .

The kitchen is fairly narrow, crowded by the courtyard. And it is the single most designed room in the house. It is a wall of white panels, only suggesting a kitchen because the oven and the dishwasher are visible. Everything else, from the fridge to the freezer to the sink to the gas cook top, is concealed behind closed doors. The only counter space is a long white island facing the courtyard. I have no idea how practical it will be. There is a built in lava light. What do you think?

Step up to the sea of green. I forgot to mention the green carpet in the bedroom. It is the same in the other two bedrooms and the living room (lounge room as it is called here). You may have noticed that the living room has no windows. It is fairly large, running the entire width of the house. There is one straight wall, facing the courtyard, and a slightly curved wall facing it. There are built-in Bose speakers and a free standing woofer. The room offers a vast expanse of white, reasonably well-lit when the overhead spots are on, but obviously meant for a huge television set at the far end.

Behind the curved wall you will find two small bedrooms with high, rectangular windows. Between them is the third black and white bath, shower only. Squeezed into the exterior door giving on the back “yard”, there is a fine laundry area with a cat door. Yard is something of a misnomer. This back area is entirely enclosed. It has a Mediterranean feel to it. There are some lovely plants and a laundry line. That, and the cat door, will be getting heavy use.

Why did I chose this house, out of all the ones we looked at over two weeks of house hunting? I couldn’t tell you. Our antiques don’t look too bizarre. I haven’t had the courage to unroll a Persian carpet. The paintings? Especially the oils, they will look spectacular!

Maybe I’m regressing. Once an introvert, always an introvert. That couch looks awfully inviting.