Today was settlement day. I didn't expect to sleep last night, but I slept soundly. I didn't expect to hear anything until lunchtime, but I got the call from my lawyer at 10!
I wandered up, all of it feeling surreal, and picked up the key from the lawyer, and also the bottle of wine they gave me, and wandered back, not too sure what to do with myself.
My poor roommate was unwell and headed home and since I'd planned to leave early I picked her up, and we stopped briefly at the house.
And I was devastated.
It was filthy. I don't know when the previous owners moved out, but they should really be ashamed of themselves. There was dirt everywhere, more cobwebs and spiders than I could count, and they certainly hadn't taken care when they'd moved- there were marks and scrapes all over the walls.
I have to admit, I cried. This was not the amazing home I had in my head.
Before I could get more upset, I measured up the space for the fridge and left. We stopped to knock on the door of one neighbour, who has a right of way on our drive to get to their house, to warn them that we'd be moving in tomorrow and there'd be a big van. I offered them use of the carport for the day (which is on the road) and there was an awkward moment when we were asked if we intended to use the carport most of the time, as they'd started parking there since the previous owners of our house always parked on the drive. They didn't seem happy when I made it clear I'd be using my carport, thank you very much! So we're off to a good start there.
My poor roommate went to bed and slept for a few hours while I went whiteware shopping, which was a breeze, and I felt tonnes better.
But then we had to go back, and I was dreading it. I left my roommate, who was feeling better, at the house to clean as I went back and forth between the houses with boxes and bags of belongings. I struggled a lot with the drive, and ended up scraping my car on a low lying metal spike I hadn't spotted, so I was incredibly gutted, and had a good cry again.
But, as the boxes started to pile up, it started feeling more like our place. And I started to feel like once the furniture was in, it'd seem even more like home. And smelling clean was a huge help.
Now we're back to our half emptied rented house, with our pet budgies and our sofas and TV, we're exhausted, and I can't wait until tomorrow to get our stuff in and really start living in it.
I had a good long talk with my parents too- it's good to hear when your family is proud of you, I think, and that they understand my emotions about it all.
I'm sure there will be times I hate this house. And I'm sure there'll be times I wish I hadn't bought it. But I think, most days of the year, I'll be thinking how proud I am I took the steps to get it, and how proud I'll be once I make it mine!
I wandered up, all of it feeling surreal, and picked up the key from the lawyer, and also the bottle of wine they gave me, and wandered back, not too sure what to do with myself.
My poor roommate was unwell and headed home and since I'd planned to leave early I picked her up, and we stopped briefly at the house.
And I was devastated.
It was filthy. I don't know when the previous owners moved out, but they should really be ashamed of themselves. There was dirt everywhere, more cobwebs and spiders than I could count, and they certainly hadn't taken care when they'd moved- there were marks and scrapes all over the walls.
I have to admit, I cried. This was not the amazing home I had in my head.
Before I could get more upset, I measured up the space for the fridge and left. We stopped to knock on the door of one neighbour, who has a right of way on our drive to get to their house, to warn them that we'd be moving in tomorrow and there'd be a big van. I offered them use of the carport for the day (which is on the road) and there was an awkward moment when we were asked if we intended to use the carport most of the time, as they'd started parking there since the previous owners of our house always parked on the drive. They didn't seem happy when I made it clear I'd be using my carport, thank you very much! So we're off to a good start there.
My poor roommate went to bed and slept for a few hours while I went whiteware shopping, which was a breeze, and I felt tonnes better.
But then we had to go back, and I was dreading it. I left my roommate, who was feeling better, at the house to clean as I went back and forth between the houses with boxes and bags of belongings. I struggled a lot with the drive, and ended up scraping my car on a low lying metal spike I hadn't spotted, so I was incredibly gutted, and had a good cry again.
But, as the boxes started to pile up, it started feeling more like our place. And I started to feel like once the furniture was in, it'd seem even more like home. And smelling clean was a huge help.
Now we're back to our half emptied rented house, with our pet budgies and our sofas and TV, we're exhausted, and I can't wait until tomorrow to get our stuff in and really start living in it.
I had a good long talk with my parents too- it's good to hear when your family is proud of you, I think, and that they understand my emotions about it all.
I'm sure there will be times I hate this house. And I'm sure there'll be times I wish I hadn't bought it. But I think, most days of the year, I'll be thinking how proud I am I took the steps to get it, and how proud I'll be once I make it mine!
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