I know that everyone says moving home is an emotional rollercoaster, everyone has their story, and this one is mine.
There have not been many times where I've wanted something so much, that the possibility of it not happening makes me feel sick but this was one of them. Have you ever felt that way?
I never thought I'd be able to move house, but now here I was with a buyer, they offered under the asking price, but I was so excited I just wanted to say yes! Thankfully some wiser people encourage me not to go with it straight away.
It went a bit like this:
Buyer 1: gave higher offer, did an electrical survey, pulled out as family member taken seriously.
Buyer 2: a landlord, gives a low offer, then higher offer. I have also made an offer on a house. This is happening! My survey comes back, the house is not for me - too much work. I pull out, my buyers also pull out. What is going on!
Buyer 3 almost immediately gives an offer, rejected, higher offer, accepted and then they disappear. What's the point!
Three more people see my house, and I see a lot of houses.
Buyer 3: suddenly is back on scene, and though having ignored the estate agents many attempts to contact them, has emailed the estate agent through Zoopla with a seriously low "final offer"
Buyer 4: Has also made an offer, this one is more sensible, we go with Buyer 3!
It is June, I feel like I have got it all wrong.
I have a buyer, but who knows for how long,
I don't even have a house to put an offer on,
and the market just keeps going up.
I question God, my heart, my mind, a million or more times,
and everytime I get to the end of myself,
God gives me hope.
Yet there's this house. In an area I haven't considered, because the houses where I whispered that dream are way out of my price range. This house has so many empty tick boxes for me, and it's by marshland and that does not seem sensible. So I don't see it, I won't see it. It is not for me....
...until one day as I am walking my monthly tree walk, I descend down a road I have walked hundreds of times, and there it is, the road where this house lives. It's not where it is supposed to be, or at least where I thought it would be. My heart dances with hope and faith, I rightmove the house again, it's still there. I follow the road down and stop by the cafe which now has become a major part of this story (more of that to come), I order a flat white and I call the estate agent.
Part 3 is on its way!
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