T Minus 4 Weeks

We have exchanged contracts on our house sale!

This is… exciting..?

But whenever I tell people, they either look at me bemusedly, or laugh maniacally.

What’s so funny?

Well, when you break it down, it is throwing caution to the wind, rather.

Yes, the next adventure we Seymours are embarking on is HOMELESSNESS!

Selling a house is a horrid business, even when it goes well. Your home is not your own, and your mind lives elsewhere. You panic about the skirting boards, and suddenly doubt the quality of all your fixtures and fittings. Then you wonder what the heck you’re doing, and consider calling it all off.

In amongst all of that, you have to consider the effect that a move will have on the other people involved. They seem up for it one minute, and down on it the next.

Moving has always been on the cards for us.The Funny Little Bungalow is no longer funny, nor little. It’s quirky – clearly, given the amount of times that adjective was used by potential buyers and estate agents, but our work here is done. And a new adventure awaits.

The problem is that we don’t exactly know what that adventure looks like. And, in order to be in the best position to facilitate that adventure, we have jumped ship and are now chain  free! That’s the good part.

The bad part is that we are really struggling to find the next project. We are viewing all sorts. Barns, sheds, ponds. I looked at a “normal” house on Friday. Strangely, it didn’t float my boat.

We offered on a pace last week.It wasn’t perfect (what is?) but once we’d been through the thought processes, it represented a good option, and than we got to the point where we really wanted it, we were going for it, and so we offered on it.

We were in a strong position – about to exchange on our sale, prepared to offer higher if required, happy to overlook the lack of heating and poo-coloured bathroom suite, and then BOOM! A phone call from the selling agent dashed our hopes. The other interested party, it seems, have a long-forgotten (but clearly very important and special) link to the family selling the house. They will, therefore, be going with them.

Cr@p. F*ck. B@llox.

Back to square one.

One has to believe in fate, or energy, or something.

And so, the hunt continues. Today, I will be viewing a barn with 0.7 acres. But don’t get excited: it’s the size of a pea, and thus, too much money. We may peruse a plot of building land, but given the info’ I have gleaned from the planning department, if we tried to build what’s been permitted there, the neighbours would be coming at us with torches and pitchforks. And then there’s the one I got all excited about on Saturday morning, with its acre of land and countryside views… but just out of school catchment and in the wrong direction entirely.

Panic not, dear reader. For we have a back-up plan. In four weeks, we are… moving in with Grandma! And as crazy as that sounds, I am actually quite excited to be moving back “home”. As long as we can get rid of loads of stuff and behave ourselves, it may just be ok… for the short term, anyway. We will be good, we will be helpful, and we will try to be out a lot! We are very grateful for this option, and hopefully, it will get us into position to pounce on the ideal home when it pops up, whatever it may be.

I just don’t quite know if Boy Seymour is going to be able to practise his drums for a bit…