It was a really long 18 months but finally, after countless viewings (one Saturday involving eight different houses thanks to Rob's perseverance and planning...), one failed purchase (involving a very angry, survey-hating vendor) and two mortgage offers, we picked up the keys to our very first home.
On walking in, terrified something would be amiss after reading so many horror stories, there was nothing. Empty, dusty, tired - we should have been relieved but this was not a home. It was sad, cold. I turned to Rob thinking he would at least be excited, happy like these young couples you see in various adverts but his expression was blank. I know at this point you're probably thinking, 'selfish...ungrateful...' and in a way you're probably right but this, the house we'd chosen and had to pay 3% stamp duty on after negotiations pushed us over the £250,000 limit set by the government had every penny invested in it. Years of saving, a year and a half of searching, the plans we had made since having our offer accepted evaporated as reality came crashing down. We had bills to pay, serious bills.
That was 13th July and since that day we have made the house livable. A good clean with the help of Rob's parents, a donated bed with the world's most uncomfortable mattress, his old TV and a tiny coffee table that my dad repeatedly looks for before I remind him that I 'borrowed' it! He doesn't mind of course, just a bit forgetful. We are lucky. We are happy. But we need help.
I have set up this blog to share this house with you (not literally of course!) and if you would like to make suggestions or help us make one of the hundreds of decisions we're being bombarded with daily, please stick around.
Loz x
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