Big in the forefront of my mind for the past 18+ months has been house-hunting. Really, we’ve been looking at houses for the past 2-3 years now, but we had it high on our list of priorities for this year, and have been putting a lot of time and effort into finding ‘the one’.
We’ve seen easily over 100 houses at ‘open viewings’ (usually Sundays 2-4pm) that we thought we liked on paper; however, have had mixed feelings in person.
We saw a lovely house – the first one S ever liked! – in Kirkliston, a wee town on the outskirts of Edinburgh that would have been really handy for S for work. We put in an offer, but it ended up getting scooped up by someone else (we didn’t even have the chance to try and out-bid them!). It was pretty demoralising; we’d started to get our hopes up as a few months passed with our offer under consideration, before we eventually found out they’d decided to sell it quickly without letting us know or going to a closing date…
BUT! What’s for you won’t go by you, our family kept reminding us. And we put in an offer for another house early this month. This one closer to S’s family, and relatively central so potentially quite good for both of our daily commutes.
However, we found out mid-month that after going to a closing date, we didn’t get the house. The lowest bidders! Gutted again! Not as badly this time as the process was quite quick and we didn’t have as much time to get attached to it.
Part of me feels like if we keep on at this rate, who knows if we’ll ever get something! But that’s me – ever fatalistic.
Fortunately, S is an optimist. So we persevere! Back to the property ‘drawing board’.