Thursday, 23 June 2011
Spent hours last night compiling a list of Possible Alternative properties to view later in the month. Some were sent by helpful friends; many I had seen before. I looked at them on Google street view, and knocked some off the list. I emailed them to people for their views. Everyone liked one house in particular, and I almost persuaded myself that it could be a home for us.
Then I went to bed.
At 5 a.m. I got up, and looked properly at the list again, and decided that I most certainly could not live in most, if not all, of these houses, lovely though many were. Reasons varied, but I remembered that I do tend to know very quickly what I like (last year's chosen house; this year's chosen house) and don't need to dither around wondering if maybe I might like something else better. It would be foolish to make myself like something else simply because I had to pick an alternative in a hurry.
So while I'm still hoping, still looking, and still trying to remain upbeat and positive, I'm also exploring rentals both in Somerset and - only as a failsafe - in Northumberland. The intention was always to move to Somerset, so why abandon that dream now, because of a setback? Either the vendor's house difficulty will be resolved, or if it isn't, then I may find something that I will know quickly that I like, and that will be that.
My house is waiting for me somewhere, when we're ready for each other.
"All will be well, and all will be well, and all manner of things will be well."
Lots of you knew all that already; thank you.
Posted by rachel at 19:37