I'd been obsessed with a very specific street in a single village for a year; unfortunately, we'd found THE house before we were proceedable, and couldn't make an offer fast enough. The day our house sold we saw STC on the house we wanted. Gutted. We settled on a different house across the street from the first one, but after the survey and an electrician's report we were getting very cold feet (probate property, full rewire needed asap as it wasn't safe, roof leaking, rising damp, all sorts) but it was the only house on this street near the schools we wanted etc.
Our disquiet about the works required was mounting, though, so one morning my partner had a look on RightMove again just to see what else might be around, and lo and behold, THE house was back on the market. We rang the EA straight away and put an offer in.
The story doesn't end there - that same day I was told my role at work was at risk of redundancy. It was a Friday, we'd already put our offer in and had all weekend to wait to find out if (a) I even had a job and (b) if the vendors of THE house would accept our offer.
I was made redundant on the Monday, and our offer was accepted that day as well. Mixed feelings doesn't even cover it. We proceeded with instructing solicitors and arranging a survey, etc, while I scrambled to get a new job as quickly as possible. (I'm feeling all those stressed feelings again just writing this out...)
We had a small window of opportunity where I could get a new job and the mortgage offer would still be good and we could complete on the sale. If I didn't get a new job in time, everything would have fallen apart.
I managed to get a new job in record time and everything went to plan. We moved into the house a couple of months ago and I am still pinching myself every day over how happy I am to be living here. We were so, so, SO lucky. I still get a sense of cold sweats at the thought of not having found a job in time, for lots of reasons. But to have lost this house would have been galling beyond belief.