My husband has been asking me to move house for over a couple of years now. But, with a busy work and personal schedule, matched with the trauma of our last move, I was completely hesitant.
Sure, I gave in to the occasional open inspection and private house viewings that he took me to. But, with each house I saw, in different locations, I was adamant that our house where we live was just fine.
“I’m only moving for a great house,” I said in one of my bratty moods. “I’m not putting myself through all the trouble for something that I don’t love.”
He said it was fair enough. Moving is stressful. And hard work. And very very costly.
Truth is, I didn’t know if there was such a thing as a ‘great house’ – especially within our budget. It’s not like we had millions to spare, after all. If we did, then choosing a great house would have been easy.
So, months and years went by, and we ended up staying put. In this house. Only less neat. And that front garden wasn’t done all that nicely.
Early in May, we came across an incredible house. Well, incredible by our standards anyway.
After much thought and deliberation, we made an offer. And, we set the wheels of change into motion.
Our offer got accepted. Then, we started getting our house ready for the sale.
Within 24 hours of going on the market, our house sold. For a few grand more than our asking price. During the pre-viewing request, a couple of days prior to the first open inspection. And, according to our real estate agent, there was a queue of at least a dozen people who wanted to be contacted if the first deal fell through during the open.
We were pleasantly surprised. Floored, even.
While there were some hiccups and unexpected turns along the way, truth is, this whole house buying and selling deal this time around was a lot smoother than our last one.
Goes to show that sometimes, what we fear to be the worst may not even happen. And, we end up not doing something because of that fear.
And yes, sometimes, we do need to be bold in our statements. To dream those immense dreams. Then, work on it.
You see, hubby said that if I had not insisted on “moving only for a great house”, he would not have imagined that getting the house we’re moving into was even possible. Let alone, doable.
And, not only are we getting a house that we wouldn’t have otherwise considered, it was nearly out of reach too because it was already under contract when we first saw it. We were only contacted afterwards when the initial deal fell through.
There were several hurdles that needed to be overcome before getting to the place we’re in right now. And yes, it took a lot of guts to even begin jumping those hurdles. But now, we’re glad that we did take the risk.
Tomorrow is our last full day in our current house. On Thursday, 4th of July, we start our life at the “new” house. Our “great” house.
In the meantime, let me share with you some snapshots of what we call our “red house” – named by our then-two-year-old toddler when we first moved here almost 7 years ago. And no, our house wasn’t always this neat/tidy. 😉