Last week, we handed our notice in for the flat. The original plan was to stay here until we’d saved up for a mortgage, as it’s really cheap to live here, but we’ve decided it’d be better to slow down our saving so we can live somewhere better. We’ve had a number of problems here, and it’s also ridiculously small. It’d be nice to finally be able to move ALL my things from my parents, rather than just taking a few books home each month.
We leave on the 4th of March, which gives us just over a month to find somewhere else. If we don’t, we’ll both be staying with family, which unfortunately means we’ll have to move all our furniture twice. Which will be an absolute pain. I’m dreading moving everything once, let alone twice. Part of me thinks we should have waited to hand the notice in until we found somewhere, but the stronger part just wants to get out of here. Plus, it’s really hard to find a place that doesn’t want you to move in straight away, and we can’t afford to be paying two lots of rent at once.
So, finding a place in a month should be easy, right? Wrong. There may be quite a few properties out there, but it’s hard to find something in our price range, that we actually like, that is unfurnished, that doesn’t have a fridge-freezer and a washer, that doesn’t involve ridiculous fees, and that’s in the right area for us both to get to work and not have to deal with idiots.
Oh, and also one that doesn’t have horses directly outside.
Yesterday, we saw a property with a field of horses straight in front of the living room window. It was a nice enough property, but all I could imagine was a gang of horses neighing at my window on a Saturday night. At least the area would have been quiet!
We’ve seen a few other properties as well, but none that we’re fully in love with yet. It’s a long and annoying process, and a lot of the time houses go straight away so we’re pressured to make decisions quickly, which doesn’t make things any better. The good ones all go directly after the first lot of viewings, so we’ll literally have a couple of hours to make a decision. A couple of hours to decide on somewhere we hope to live for years. This is so stressful!
I’m going to miss this place – it was our first home together, and it was all brand new and exciting. I’m also going to have to get used to walking upstairs to the bathroom again. *breathes* I can do this!
I can’t wait until we’re moved into a new place. Hopefully all the stress will be worth it when we’re living in our own home, away from other people. No more communal entrances and letterboxes!