So we think we are now in a position to finally take the plunge. It's taken us long enough but hey, slow and steady wins the race... I had my first experience of property anxiety today after viewing a potential home with all key family members in tow. Oh, except for the cat. Although many positive ticks were, well, ticked, I for one was just a little overwhelmed by the enormity of what we are seriously considering to do.
After a playground session and multiple nappy changing (due to yet another bout of gastro) we were brought sharply back down to earth, and after a list of unemotional pro's and con's we asked the most important question of all. Is this going to be our home?
With us both agreeing that it was not just right, we breathed an interestingly cohesive sigh of relief and warmed to each others synergy.
Now we go back to our budget, work hard on how to save, realise our dream house is but just that and our reality will not be a 4 bedroom, 2 acre, boys room, guest quarters, kitchen garden, perfectly decorated period home with no cracks!
To still wish for something close is still on my radar and hopefully our move to Tasmania will help us find our new home. Wish us luck!
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