A week today

A week today I get the keys to my new home, in a new town, with a new set of challenges.

A week today my life starts over. I’m not pressing reset, but I am doing something new, exciting and only a little bit scary.

A week today I move into an apartment that was the first one I saw when I started looking. It became the unattainable benchmark. the “perfect” place to live. The place I thought I could put my stamp on.

And then it was gone!! The seller put it up at auction and wouldn’t accept my offer. I started looking elsewhere and even made an offer on another property- which in the current market fell through.

And then I got excited again!! It didnt sell. I made another offer. Another offer rejected, and back to auction it went. I kept looking, matching each apartment against the impossible standard of the place I wanted as my home. I even made an offer on a flat which ticked about 70% of these boxes, but I was settling and I think the seller knew it, as that fell through.

And then a miracle happened – my dream home didn’t sell again. I made a final offer which was finally accepted and, even though I didn’t bid it was an auction property so 28 days later this flat is becoming mine.

This has involved lots of hoops to jump through. I had to change lawyers, I had to learn really fast how an auction sale works. (you pay your own deposit and then you have effectively exchanged contracts!!) Ive had to move much faster than I thought I would which makes me nervous. I’ve even had to make sure I have enough stuff to move in with.

But just 2 months after first setting foot into what felt like it could be my forever home I am actually going to be able to say she is mine. I really cant believe it. I have even spent time walking round the area in the evenings just to get a feel of my new home. (eclectic is the nicest way of describing it) but never dreamed it would actually be mine.

So what makes it so special? I don’t know. It feels safe, it has lots of great things about it. It has 2 bedrooms and some outside space. It has its own front door. it has a utility room (something I didn’t even know I needed) it has wooden floorboards, high ceilings, and a feeling of space.

But above all that I can see my family spending time in this home, in a way that they never did when I was living with my ex. This place, from the day we walked into it, has felt like home and I cant wait to get to know her.