Last Wednesday we got the grand news that we had finally exchanged contracts and would finally be moving house! HURRAH! After losing 3 buyers originally, it meant we had also lost the house we intended to buy. So when buyer number 4 came along, we decided to sit back and let the sale take its course before finding a new house.
We did continue house-searching for a while, but having lost faith in the whole selling and buying process, and having lost a small wad of cash, we felt under no pressure to find somewhere fast. In a nutshell, we needed to know these new buyers would actually go through with the damn thing! Luckily they did! But when we finally came to exchange, it meant we had to step off the property ladder as we literally had nowhere to go.
So, technically speaking this made us homeless. We couldn’t rent as rental properties usually come with a minimum of a 6-month contract and we definitely didn’t want to be tied to that! We also have a dog AND a non-house-trained puppy, so I’m pretty sure nowhere would have accepted us anyway. So we went begging to Grants parents instead who finally agreed to take us and our beloved furry friends in to provide us with somewhere to temporarily live.
We are of course incredibly grateful, however, their house is quite small and I’m slightly dubious about how 4 fully-grown adults and 6 animals are all going to live together in one small house! Hopefully, it won’t all end in disaster, that’s all I can say.
So we set about packing up our life. Our bed was broken beyond repair so we sent it straight to the skip. The sofa, which we hated would have taken up their whole house, so we sold it for the grand total of £20 (someone got themselves a bargain there). It means we’re now living off a blow-up mattress and having to sit on the floor.
Let’s just say, if our buyers pull out now we’re well and truly screwed!
We had originally intended to rent a van to move all our stuff across ourselves, but apparently, you have to be 25 to rent a van – who knew?! I’m 23, and whilst Grant’s 26, he doesn’t actually hold a driving license. So, that plan got chucked out the window and instead we’re having to make lots and lots (and lots!) of trips in our tiny 3-door Corsa. It’s not exactly fit for purpose, but I guess it’ll have to do!
So that’s us – saying goodbye to life and hello to living out of boxes and in storage. I just hope I haven’t packed away anything important I’ll need! Here’s to a new home and new adventures!
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