I’d been pacing back and forth for about half an hour. Distracting myself, I tried to forget the pressures that I was putting on myself. I had to do it. I had to make the phone call and I knew it, but for some reason I just couldn’t bring myself to pick up the phone. The renovations were finished and I was ready to move in. I’d spent the past three years renovating a house that had taken me not long at all to find. I’d instantly fallen in love, and the rest was history. Sure, over the three years there was up’s and down’s; there were times when I felt like throwing in the towel. If I hadn’t of heard my father’s voice in my head, I don’t think I would have pushed through. When I was younger, my father always told me that things worth having didn’t come easy, and I’d remembered it forever. I knew that my father would have been looking down at me, proud of my efforts. Then I realised, my father wouldn’t be proud to see me pacing around the house, procrastinating to call Building and pest Inspection Melbourne. It was like a wave of realisation had washed over me and I realised how silly I was being – it was just a phone call.
Leaning against the kitchen bench, I tapped the Building Inspection Melbourne phone number into the phone. I took a deep breath, sat up on the bench and waited anxiously for someone to answer the phone. As the phone rang, I thought about how the inspector from Pre Purchase Building Inspection Melbourne would conduct his inspection, and whether or not I’d be able to follow him around. I was thrown off my thought path by a polite woman’s voice echoing through my phone’s receiver.