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.
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Yes, all will be well. Words of wisdom indeed!
You will find it. You will find it. You will find it. We know you will, dear Rachel.
Right on, Rachel, don't compromise. My house purchase was similar: looked for nearly a year, almost convinced myself another property would be "good enough", then found my ideal house and made an offer at its first viewing; followed by a couple crises that almost stopped the purchase; fired my lawyer and mortgage broker for their "can't do" points-of-view, they did not understand this was the house for me; then pulled it all together with a new crew in short order. Seven years here, no regrets, I doubt that I will ever move again, because I insisted on what I knew I wanted. I'm a gut instinct shopper.
Fingers crossed until you are situated. Hang in there!
Yes, your new home is there somewhere, waiting for you.
Fairly lost for words on your behalf - you seem vaguely
calm(ish). Pragmatic too perhaps?
Could dO a search in Montgomeryshire for you.
All will be well.
I do hope that all will be well indeed. Keep the faith! Hope the back is feeling better. X
Give time time I'm often told.
All will be well, indeed it is right now.
We just have to believe it.
xoxo jane
I agree, you can't force yourself to love a house, but having a 'back-up' plan does sound sensible the way things are going.
I'm hoping that includes a buyer for my mum's flat and a happy ending for my beloved daughter who's marrying an inpecunious actor whome we don't really like...
Isabelle the Anon.
It does seem sensible to keep on looking . There are lots of lovely houses out there and you're in an excellent position to snap up The Perfect House when it appears .
Besides , all this packing and unpacking and uncertainty must be rather wearing . Like all animals , we want to be safely under cover by winter !
Good luck with all of it. A Plan B is always useful, of course, but I'm hoping very much that the uncertainty will soon be resolved for you.
Fingers and toes crossed.
Jan x
My word, you are so sanguine about it all, well done. I do so hope that things will sort themselves out soon.
I think you have to go with your gut instincts. There is a house out there for you and all will be well!
All the best Rachel, your patience is outstanding, and that considered, it hardly seems fair that recent hurts to the head and packing hassles have to be added to the "I don't need this right now" list. Hope you've healed.In the end all this will be worth it, I know it will!x ...and can I add a quick 'all the best" to commenter Isabelle the Annon. For something that is not a laughing matter, it did tickle my funnybone!
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