We've been looking for a house for a few months, and have arrived at a shortlist of three. Tonight we are supposed to be choosing one and drafting up an offer tomorrow, ready for Monday morning. Trouble is, I'm not really in love with any of them, and none is in my first-choice location (where we can't find anything we can afford on sale at the moment which isn't a hovel).
We have to move - DS needs a school application to be in by mid-January, and I'd rather not leave it any later than we already have - and DH says he would be happy with any of them, so it looks like I'll be sealing my own fate here.
Does anyone have a really positive, comforting story about buying a house you weren't sure of, which turned out to be your wonderful family home? I could do with a bit of moral support here.