Is how I feel. I feel like a balloon that was blown up to the max, so much that it kinda hurt, and now someone’s burst me with a prick, a very sharp needle it was too. I feel deflated. My hopes have been thrown in the air, and scattered around. I’ve just got to move on and well, it’s not easy. I got a little emotionally attached.
A bit of background perhaps? Well, here it goes.
A few weeks ago, we decided to put our house hunting hats back on. They’d had a few (very) brief spells on over the last two years, but every time I was put at risk of redundancy. Not the best time to get involved with the banks. But recently, things have been going alright, and we thought why not, why pay someone else’s mortgage off when we could start paying off our own?
And so the search began. Proper full on too. We’d be visiting houses left right and centre, several at the weekends, occasionally after work too during the week. It’s fair to say, there’s a lot of shit out there, and overpriced too. So when we found this little cottage last weekend, we both felt the same way. I’ll spare you the details of how cute it is, how lovely it would have been, because it’s not going to happen. As Boyfriend’s mother would say, it just wasn’t meant to be. The vendor rejected our (second) offer. If I’m completely honest, I think she’s being greedy. Well actually, if I’m completely honest, I think she’s a heartless bitch and I think she should have sold her house to us. But yeah, I didn’t tell the estate agent that. I was very well behaved. I think I might even have said “the search carries on”. What am I, looking for the next apprentice or something?!
Anyway, so there we go. That’s why I didn’t post yesterday. I didn’t want to mention it, I didn’t want to jinx it. I was hoping I might have some good news to share with you today. But fat chance of that happening any time soon. Everything is so expensive in this part of the world, and low interest rates aren’t doing our meagre savings any good. Boo.