We never moved when I was a child, well actually we moved just before my sister was born, but I was 18 months old at the time so needless to say I don’t remember any of it! Living away at uni was the first experience I had of living anywhere else. After a year of halls I moved in to a house share and stayed there for the rest of my course, and then an extra year too because I didn’t really know where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do, oh and Tom was still living around the corner too!
I moved back home for a few months after that before Tom and I found our first home together and moved to a whole new city. We rented for a year before buying our current house. We love our house and saw ourself staying here for a very long time. 3 years down the line it’s on the market.
We realised that this area wasn’t where we’d like to be when the time comes to start a family so we’re looking to move. We finished off lots of things around the house and put it on the market. It’s so bittersweet. We love this house. If we could pick it up and move it we would. But we can’t. So we’re house shopping. When it was all hypothetical we were just driving round looking at houses from the outside and walking around the areas to get a feel for them.
It’s become more serious recently and we’ve started having actual viewings. It’s quite emotionally draining. So much uncertainty and so many questions. You have to mentally move into each house to really consider it and it’s pretty exhausting. Everything gets compared to our current house, which aside from its location is pretty perfect. And that’s hard. To move to a better area we can’t afford a house quite like this one. Anything we get will be a project. We’re working hard to see the potential. But nothing is certain or a safe bet and that scares me. It’s all very adult!
Then you convince yourself you’ve found the one, despite all of its flaws, and you end up in a bidding war and lose. Then the whole thing starts again.
It will all work out ok in the end right?!?
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