I’ve mentioned before that we are trying to sell MrS’s house. Between us we have five ‘children’ the youngest being just shy of 18 and the oldest being 21. So not really your usual blended family. In fact, not so much blended at all, rather just coming together in the same bowl in the presence of a whisk maybe?
We need a home to accommodate these various waifs and strays and young adults that we call our own, even though none of them will be there full time we want them to have their own room so none of them feel like a guest.
Anyway, we had an offer yesterday so tonight we went to have a look at a couple of potential new homes.
Over the past few months we’ve fallen in love with 3 houses which have sadly come and gone while we’ve tried to sell ours. But I’m a fatalist and just decided that the right thing would turn up.
Tonight’s viewings produced one that fit the dream home criteria, but it wasn’t the one MrS first thought. I’ve got to the stage now where I can tell the minute we walk in the door whether he likes somewhere or not.
The first one we went to see was the one he wasn’t convinced about but by the time we came out he was totally sold on it too and was already mentally fitting his drum kit into the ‘study’.
The second one was one we’d been trying to see for a while but oddly they put their house on the market at the same time as a four week family wedding celebration took place and then wouldn’t accommodate any viewings. I’d not even got in the door and I knew I wasn’t going to like it as much ( the doorbell was sellotaped to the front door frame). Tonight was a prime example of how photos can over or undersell a house. On paper the second house was fab, in reality, although the rooms were huge, it was dark and tired. The first one was beautifully and lovingly finished, the young family had spent 7 years renovating it and it showed, but the photos made it look very pedestrian. But we loved it.
And now we wait and see if it really will be our dream home …