So. We bought a flat. In July. It’s now October and you guys haven’t seen much progress. You may be wondering if there hasn’t been any. Well, there has and it’s been slow, but I’ve had a reeeeaaaly good excuse.
I’m having a baby.
That’s right. Geekarilla’s getting a little one. It’s been a rough pregnancy so far and that’s put the kibosh on work around here. We’ve made some progress though, we’ve got underfloor heating and replaced the floor in the living room and (what will be) the nursery, and the master bedroom will be laid this weekend. We pulled out the giant fitted wardrobe and will be replacing that once the floor is done. We’ve put up some Elfa shelves in the living room and added a tumble dryer to the hall cupboard. Hopefully this weekend will see a bit more organisation and stashing of stuff away, and then perhaps I can get some more progress shots up! The living room is almost done – the brick wall is holding up nicely, and I managed to restore a vintage Saucer Lamp last weekend quite successfully.
So, I’m going to be a mum. There’s going to be a baby and then a small child in our home, and this could well signal a few changes to our style and the choices we make. The blog will probably gain a few posts on living with a baby or life with kids, but hopefully once I am properly on my feet I’ll get back to a regular posting schedule. Wish us luck!
First the Big News.
That’s our sign right there. We bought a flat! The offer was accepted, the solicitors have been instructed and the mortgage is arranged. So, why the hell did we buy a new(ish) flat when we had our hearts set on a fixer-upper long term house? Pull up a chair, and I’ll tell you.
When we were deciding what we wanted to buy, we were so sure about the property we wanted. The more properties we saw, the less appealing that idea was, and so we thought that perhaps the best idea was to buy a cheap, run-down old property and fix it up exactly how we wanted. What a romantic notion *pause for sigh*. Unfortunately, the more we looked into and planned and nearly bought a house like that, the more we realised that, you guys, it was a TERRIBLE idea. We’re neither financially or (let’s face it) emotionally mature enough to deal with that kind of stress at the moment, and the idea of a cute little flat that we can totally make our own suddenly looked really appealing.
My new plan is to buy the little urban pad and make it awesome. We’re still going to have the cool kitchen, the bare brick walls and the black internal doors, just smaller. We’re going to build up some equity, and then in three or four years when we come to sell we’ll have plenty of capital behind us, ready to look for a bigger ‘keeper’ of a house. That way we’ll be able to tackle it much better than we could now. Crikey, listen to me. I’ve turned into ‘that guy’. Right, from now on, nobody talk to me at parties. Oh wait.
On the subject of emotional maturity, I am reminded of this XKCD…