Morning everyone! May I join? My situation is: we sold our house in May to a first time buyer (£10K over asking), but two months into the process he failed to get a mortgage. We were shocked, as we thought our agent was supposed to be good at filtering out people. But hey ho. It's been a difficult year, so we rolled our sleeves up and started viewings again in July.
We then sold again in August (£5k under asking) to a really nice couple who have sold their house and were already far along the process. All good. But the house we're buying – that's all delayed as our seller is purchasing a new-build and the property won't be ready until end of November. So, actually, it's all worked out really well.
However, we did have to apply for another mortgage as our original offer runs out this month. Which means our costs have gone up. But hey ho, this is what we half expected.
We know we've been very lucky overall, as we live in a popular area where properties always get snapped up – even during downturns like this. But we're not there yet. We're probably six weeks away from moving, which will make it seven or eight months of this entire process. I'm sure that's not a lot compared to some of you. But it's felt like forever to us!
We're moving out of the city and back towards "home" to be near family. Classic. And can't wait for the peace and quiet. To be back in the countryside, surrounded by green and no longer under a flight path. We're also downsizing on cost but finally getting a detached house, a garden and a driveway! We're in our mid-forties, so can't wait to buy a lawn mower and have a constant space for our car outside.
Whilst all this has been going on, it's been a very tough year for us. On so many different levels. We both are trying our best to stay positive but everything feels "on hold" until the big move.
It's the uncertainty I can't bear. It feels as though we're in a state of limbo. I've lost all motivation to clean the house. Every aspect of it is irritating me. It's like that series of scenes in Groundhog Day when he starts smashing the alarm clock. Don't get me wrong: I'm not going to steal a groundhog and drive my car off a cliff, but I'm certainly damn sick and tired of being in this house! 😂
And to top it all off, our buyer wants to see our house for a third time this weekend. Which means I've got to magic up some energy from somewhere to get it sparkling again. With everything that's going on in the world, it's hardly a big deal, is it? But to me, I'm exhausted. I want my new life to begin. Like, yesterday! 😊