We opened the front door (and when I say opened I mean slid the sliding glass door over mountains of dirt causing a horrible rukous) and stepped into piles of clothes and garbage covering a 70's inspired linoleuom floor. The first bedroom was covered in wallpaper that you would see in an old Victorian home. Or maybe it would only be allowed in the servant quarters of that victorian home. The second bedroom only boasted pink curtains. There was no wall paper to speak of...just dry wall
. You can only imagine what room Molly picked. That's right, the one with the pink curtains. The kitchen looked as if it hadn't been cooked in since World War II and the stove turned out to be two ranges built into the top of the microwave. But wait...the microwave is really the oven. A portable oven and stove...I bet none of you have one of those back home. There is an impressive amount of cupboard space but interestingly enough there is a large space inbetween two of them. My only guess is that the refridgerator would have gone there because there was not one to be found. Turns out that our previous tenants kept the waist high fridge out on the front porch because of the massive amounts of mold growing in it. Molly and I are assumed that the above mentioned tenants must have been scientists and we're quite honored to be living in the same accomodations as they did. The bathroom was an 80's enthusiasts dream come true...completely covered in teal paint. The bathroom could easily be my favorite part of the house. Not only is there public restroom inspired soap and toilet paper dispensers but there is also a pocket sliding door that covers the toilet and shower (you have to slide the door to cover the toilet in order to use the shower and visa verca).
After a quick walk through we knew this would be our new home. We loved it so much we wanted to move in immediately. We called our new land lord and told her we'd take on the task of cleaing the apartment and in return she gave us the first weeks rent free. Not bad.
We gathered our friends Danni, Megan and Naomi, plugged in the iPod to the mini speaker and got to work. The cabin is slowing coming together but we love it nonetheless. We all slept there last night and did not have one possum scare
. Can't complain about that.
And now...by popular demand!!!!...an address!
Queenstown Motor Park
Cabin 40 c/o Megan Kearney and/or Molly McGinty
PO Box 59
Pictures will be posted soon...promise!!!
If we didn't know how to navigate this town before, Molly and I certainly know now. Yesterday we spent the entire day running around this town to all sorts of places trying to secure a home for us to live in. After several dead ends and a million phone calls we turned up on the porch of cabin number 40 in the Queenstown Motor Park, looked at each other and said, "this is the one."