We have had oour house (our house is my family home and we moved in after my parents died 8 years ago) on the market since late last year after we viewed a house and fell in love with it. Perfect area, Well almost and fairly good location.. House beautifully presented (this probably influenced us) and lots of features we liked. We were stretching ourselves financially though. Our house sale fell through so we lost it.
Fast forward a few months, we viewed house B. It was the wild card in a Saturday of back to back viewings. Not convinced by its location, not as familiar with the town and its on a main road plus it was on at the top of our budget. The house was amazing. Just amazing. I walked round in awe at this stunning property. I walked down the stairs and felt 'wow' . Room sizes, features, space, garden.... Just amazing. We went back for a second view, I still really love it though will be a very very different way of living. Old house, main road, more industrial area, not as country. (I hated the country village where I was brought up-too quiet and remote) I loved it but remained apprehensive.
We put in a v cheeky offer and they accepted!
I don't know why I remain apprehensive. We've revisited the town (big village) and it felt really nice. The house is on a main road (and not a v pretty one) albeit set back and elevated. The garden is big and private.
The house could see us good for many many years, there's scope to add value/extend. There's lots of space.
So why am I feeling so concerned? Tonight's woorry, is there space in kitchen for a table and a sofa?! (Ridiculous I know)
I don't know how much my concerns are justified (ie were making a mistake) or if it's a reaction to leaving my childhood home for ever.