We went for the final inspection of our new house today!
4 weeks ago (when we bought the house) we only looked around for 20 minutes. We fell in love with it instantly and put an offer on the place a few hours later.
So yes, it’s 4 weeks later, and I am very VERY keen to see the place again.
I was a little scared that we might have been caught up in the MOMENT and that the house was actually crap. Scared that if we looked at the house a second time, we’d find some outrageous problem that we didn’t spot the first time. Or that it was smaller than we imagined. Or that it had burnt down.
But what I was MOST worried about… was that I might look around the house and decide that I didn’t really like it anymore. Aaak. Can I change my mind?
Anyway, as we arrived at the house I was struck by how small it looked from the outside. As we walked around checking lights, stove, oven, sprinklers, locks, doors, windows…. I knew we had bought a gem. The rooms were all a great size, heaps of storage, nice division of living spaces, beautiful kitchen, and best of all… the previous owners looked after the house REALLY well.
I was so happy with the house, that I didn’t seem to mind the nightmare, albeit superficial, that would betray my sense of taste-pride. The colours of the walls and carpets were shocking! Pink. Speckled brown.
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