And so it begins, the next step of my journey into adulthood. The plans of living with a boy are becoming more and more real as the viewings of our potential first house loom ever closer.
Until now I had not really thought about actually moving out from the humble support of the 'rents. Now that a viewing is booked I am faced with the realism of it all. I'll have to cook for myself, wash my own clothes, and even tidy up after myself.
*shock*horror*
This Saturday, Rob and I will go and see, not one but, two houses. Rob seems to have built up a great rapport with the Estate Agent, with emails being fluently batted back and forth throughout the day. As first time buyers we knew that the EAs would either love us or hate us in the modern climate that is the recession.
I shall keep you posted as to how we get on. Part of me is hoping that we fall in love with the first house we see and we live happily ever after. The other part? Well, that part is just scared that we will hate each and every one of the houses we see and we'll be forced to grow old with the 'rents.
We are also currently faced with the frustration of finding lovely looking houses that are in our price range, then when we request the deets from the EAs, we are informed that they have already been sold. Grr! Very disheartening.
- Loulabella posting from her iPhone
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