So, I have been itching to write this post for weeks but put it off and pushed it back. Purely because of nerves, and stress.
Let’s start from the beginning. Shall we?
About a month ago, Nathan and I decided instead of looking for a flat/apartment to rent out as our first home we wanted to look for a house. Purely because it’s somewhere we’re going to be for a while, whilst we save and decide what we want to do from there. We want our own garden, a drive and our own front door, not a communial one. Basically we want our own privacy. So we started nosing online, here and there.
A few days in we found the most perfect home for us that we could ever imagine. A small house on a nice estate in a village near our hometown. About 5 minute drive from his family, 10 minute drive from work, the town centre and my mums house. A 15-20 minute drive from my dad and the rest of my family.
It has two bedrooms, a gorgeous back garden, front garden and a drive to fit two cars – perfect for when I pass my test and get my car on the road!
Anyway; we sat down with our parents and showed them. They liked it as much as we did and we decided to book a viewing. We booked it for a Monday evening and my dad said he would come along and help us look for anything dodgey – he’s been on both sides, a tenant and a landlord before. Everything looked good.
Tuesday morning, we got together our application fees and went and applied for this house to be our home. The process was long, and I constantly felt sick. Everyday. If someone mentioned the house to me; I didn’t want to talk about it because I was that nervous that something would go wrong I felt like I was going to throw up all over them.
The worst thing was going home shopping because I wanted to buy everything, I was secretly so excited but I wouldn’t let it show because I didn’t want to get my hopes up. Inside I wanted to put everything I had seen in my trolley but my head would tell me no, because there’s a chance it may not be yours.
After a long 10 days waiting for that phone call, I decided I would go and see the gentleman dealing with our application (this was Friday just gone). As I walked through the door, he was just putting the phone down – to me! He explained that everything had gone smoothly and THE HOUSE IS OURS!!!
I could have burst with excitement and happiness whilst in that room. The feeling was amazing. NATHAN AND I HAVE OUR FIRST HOME!
We get our keys on Saturday morning, so this week has been hectic getting things together ready and I couldn’t be more thankful to both of our families for how helpful and supportive they have been.
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