I'm a few days late
in publishing this post (even though I was organised with the photos) but I've
a really good reason as at the end of November we bought and moved into our
first house! Things have been so chaotic that I just haven't had a chance to sit
down and write. There are still boxes to unpack, a not so new oven to test for baking and curtains to buy but for now I want a bit of time with my blog.
We had been house
hunting on and off for months but nothing really took our fancy. We were
checking Rightmove daily but we live in quite and expensive area so houses were
selling fairly quickly. We then spotted this house and if I'm honest we did
dismiss it at first. It's a mid terrace with on street parking and the photos
really didn't do it justice. We decided to go visit it one Saturday morning and
immediately we were both hooked.
The sellers had
lived in this house for 38 years so it was quite an emotional process for them
to even consider putting the house on the market but when we visited it we knew
it was the house for us. It's three bedrooms and so much bigger than our tiny
2-bed end terrace that we were renting. There is a good sized garden to the
back which is something we were both desperate for with a young child.
Some people have
odd requirements when moving house but for me it was about the smaller details.
I wanted was to be able to wash the dishes at the sink and watch Ethan play
safely in the garden. I wanted a kitchen that could fit a table so our future
children (and the little man of course!) could sit round baking or crafting or
building Lego while I cooked dinner. I wanted a house that would grow with us,
one that we wouldn't have to move out of in a few years but not somewhere so
big that we would feel lost in it.
And this wee house ticks all of those boxes.
Yes, it needs a bit
of work doing on it including replacing the bathroom and kitchen at some point
but, it's ours. No longer are we paying someone else's mortgage, through our
own hard work we saved for our deposit and now have our first foot on the
property ladder.
We were lucky that
there was no chain but as always, we had issues with the solicitors and the Friday
before we exchanged we were being told that things might take a bit longer and
we may not exchange for at least another week. Small issue though was our
tenancy was due to run out and even though our Landlord was lovely and said we
could extend if need be we got straight on the phone to them on Monday morning
stating we would be homeless with an 8 month old baby and they needed to get
their act together. The sellers and the estate agent got on to them too and the
pestering worked. 24 hours later we exchanged and 48 hours after that we
completed - phew!
Thankfully the move
went smoothly thanks to my family - we couldn't have done it without them. Two
of my brothers and my parents came over for the weekend to help us move (and
babysit Ethan) - you can guess who had which job haha! The boys also helped
with some redecorating and if I'm honest I don't think we would have achieved
even half of what we did that weekend without their help. We seriously owe them
one!
On the Monday
evening Mr T drove my family to the airport and I noticed Ethan sounded a bit
wheezy on it. I put it down to the cough he had lingering from a cold from a
few weeks ago, but when Mr T got back he thought he sounded worse. We phoned
111 and fast forward a few hours and we ended up in A&E at Harrogate
hospital where they admitted Ethan to the Children’s Ward with Bronchiolitis.
It was a very surreal experience especially as we left A&E and I was
wheeled up to the ward with Ethan in my arms holding an oxygen mask over his
face. We went past Pannal Ward where I had given birth, past the SCBU and on
into the Children’s ward. After a rough night we were discharged the following
day armed with an inhaler and a 24 hour pass should his symptoms get any worse
but thankfully they didn’t.
Now, for most
people that would be enough to deal with but then the following day my mobile
rings at lunchtime and Mr T is calling to say he’s on his way home from work
feeling ill. This man has had 3 sick days in 10 years so I knew it was serious
and he was only home an hour when he started with vomiting. Turns out he had
got food poisoning from something he had eaten at the hospital and I was so
glad we didn’t eat the same thing otherwise I dread to think what we would have
done.
So yeah… that’s a
bit of a ramble for this month’s Me and Mine post but as you can see it’s been
a pretty big month; actually scrap that, it’s been a pretty big week!
These photos are
fairly awful as we both look a mess, it’s only Ethan that looks decent but we
were knackered after moving, both filthy and we wanted to snap a photo before
we forgot. It’s almost dark too but this photo means so much to us. Years of
saving has finally paid off and we are now homeowners!
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