A story about our relocation
This is our moving story. Literally.
After Years of planning, saving, organizing, thinking, planning and thinking again, we managed to acquire a permanent address that could be called home.
After shortlisting five houses, we decided to view three. The other two were too far and too small. Sadly, we lost the house we all liked in a strange circumstance. When we asked for the home report, the seller decided to pull the house off the market.
The other house we viewed was too small. So we settled with this one because we were running out of patience.
I did not view the house before buying it and when we came to collect the keys, the previous owners were still loading their final boxes. They “kindly” offered a TV stand, a large mirror and some carpets which we reluctantly accepted.
The contract of the sale stated that white goods were included in the sale but the previous owners “forgot” about it and took everything with them, apart from an ancient-looking washing machine.
The house was empty and yet, it was full of dreams and excitement.
It was a new beginning. And the best part was that we no longer had to worry about landlords paying unnecessary and unwanted visits. No more worries about landlords charging £60 to drop off a spare key who lived around 850 yards away from the property. (True story) And no more attempts to charge £50 for a broken toilet (another true story)
We explored the house and picked the rooms. It was cold outside but our heart was warmer than ever. As we finished our takeaway dinner on a rug l and went to bed (Ironically, there was no bed) we felt the luxury of a star hotel.
The next morning, we discovered that the ancient washing machine wasn’t working at all. I thought that the previous owner included the white goods in the sale because they knew it was broken. Or it could be our luck. Either way, it wasn’t a great start to the day. So much for the excitement of becoming the homeowner!!.
The thoughts of the “luxury” of renting where repairs/replacements were a phone call away lingered in my mind.
Well, freedom comes with an increased responsibility, we quickly learned.
The journey from a studio flat in the south of the UK to the “massive” four-bed house wasn’t the easiest one, but with great support from great friends, here we were, proudly looking at a broken-down washing machine!!!
Jokes apart, without the support from our beloved friends, it wouldn’t be possible at all and we all are forever in debt. We paid the monetary debt but the debt of support and encouragement isn’t something we can pay back. So, once again, a massive thank you to my friends who helped us to make this dream come true.
One of the most valuable lessons we learned in this incredible journey was, that people who share good times with you may not be there for you in your hard times. And those who weren’t there at your good times aren’t ignorant. Some friends pull/push/lift you up while other “friends” disappear under the radar and become unresponsive when you ask for help.
I don’t and didn’t hold any grudge against them, perhaps they have a valid reason. Instead, we kept our focus on how to convert this house into a home.
After a few paydays, we are almost fully furnished. The air beds are folded away and replaced with proper beds, A dining table and couches are acquired and we have just replaced the carpet in the master bedroom too.
The guest room is still unfurnished; however, we aren’t expecting any staying guests for at least a few months. But we are confident that we can offer a warm and conformable welcome when they do visit us. And oh, A house warming is due of course…. We might have multiple ones, so watch your Inbox for the invitation.