When we first moved into this house I was heavily pregnant with Grub. We were arriving home from a stint living in London and we just needed to find a rental that could be home – quickly. I was planning to (and did) have a homebirth so I needed it to feel right. We were lucky to find this place and we have enjoyed living here.
It was always the plan that we would wait a year or so and then buy a house again. A year has drifted by now and we are not ready. We have been a little free with the money that we should have been saving. We have kind of taken a break from the relentless grind of being careful and counting every cent. We definitely could have been a lot smarter but I think that we needed to do this before diving back into the mortgage thing again.
We have just gotten our act together and are taking the saving thing seriously when, wouldn’t you know it?
The landlord wants his house back.
He called this afternoon to say that he has decided to move back in himself and do some renovations ready to sell it. He had been planning to demolish and build a couple of cheap and nasty numbers to make a quick buck but he has decided against it.
He was very nice and apologetic but we now have two months to be out.
This is at least a decent amount of time.
I am anxiety.
I am distress.
I am fine with a bit of a change. I was the instigator behind the “let”s up and move the whole family to the UK” thing. My feet are as itchy as the next person. – itchier.
I just would like to do it on my own terms.
My terms are as follows:
- That it happen in 6 to 8 months time.
- That we have won some money in the lottery, which I never remember to buy a ticket in.
- That we will find the house of our dreams and nobody else will be interested and we will be able to buy it for next to nothing.
- The dream house will be located in ideal position close to Rhubarb’s school in a nice, tree-lined street.
What do you think? Reasonable, yes?
Here is the reality of what will happen:
- Find a cheap rental that will accept a family with four children and a dog.
- Find that’s impossible and locate somewhere for the dog to board and cram children into two bedroom unit.
- Save, save, save, save, save, save, save, save, save, save, save.
- Buy ordinary house in bad location for the absolute maximum we can afford.
- Spend rest of life ferrying children to and from school.
I am unhappiness.