So about a week ago, my mum told us about a house that would be coming on the market in our preferred area - she'd found out about it through a friend of the vendors. We bugged the agents for a few days, and yesterday we finally got to go and see it - we were the first to do so. It had some massive positives - HUGE garden, lovely road very close to the primary school, good sized bedrooms, scope to extend...and also some negatives - in need of a lot of updating, downstairs bathroom. Anyway, we loved it, and decided straight away that it was the house for us. I know you're supposed to go about this house-buying lark with a cool head and should never show how much you love a house, but all that went out the window and we decided yesterday evening that we would make an offer.
So this morning, after some last minute chats with Wayne and my mum, I phoned and made an offer, a little bit under the asking price. Soon after, we got a "no"...so I decided there and then to offer the asking price. I may have slightly taken leave of my senses and got carried away, but it paid off and an agonising hour later, the agents phoned and said our offer had been accepted!
Now we have all the paperwork, legal stuff, surveys, etc, to plough through, but every now and again I imagine us next summer, in that massive garden, the kids having loads of space to run around, plus room for veg patches, chickens, playhouses, trampolines.... I am trying not to get carried away, as I know things might go wrong, but I can't help it and I'm SO excited about us moving in!
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