I just agreed over the phone to pay huge sums of money to someone else until I’m 60 years old. That’s nearly as old as my wife is today. Holy cow! Even worse, she’ll be a hundred and umpty teenth by the time it’s paid off…
Over the weekend we went to see the house we’ve made an offer on and it was indeed everything we remembered and then a little bit more. The current owners are really nice too with lovely kids so it comes with great vibes built in. The upstairs rooms (which I was worried about) turned out to be bigger than I remembered with more headroom: result. The outhouse containing the washing machine and tumble drier (which Debs was worried about) turned out to be less scary and spider infested than she had remembered: double result. Except for the cat puke that I stood in.
We spent about 35 minutes looking round the place, getting a feel for room sizes and where we’d put everything. Then we spent about an hour sitting round having coffee and a blether with the owners. Considering we were worried about the slightly odd situation of doing a viewing after making an offer and how that could lead to a strained atmosphere this was a real relief.
The local area is great too. We had a good nosey round the rest of the street, the shops and the area in general. Everything is right on the doorstep from the doctor, to the pet store and cinema to Pizza Hut. And I mean right on the doorstep. None of the above is more than a five minute walk away. Even someone who’d moved over from LA would consider walking instead of taking the Hummer.
Yippee doo. We’re on our way. It’s a great feeling. A family home for a family. We’re all really excited and happy.