Do those two words, when put together as in the title, instill happy feelings or fear and foreboding?
I am currently in the process, albeit still in the early stages, of searching for my own place.
That’s quite late in life you may say and indeed it is but such is my situation and all the reasons that have conspired to bring me to this are not the subject of this post so I won’t bore you with the pedantry of the past.
So, house hunting I have begun.
At first it was merely wishful thinking, which is not very helpful to be honest but at least set the grounds on what I would like, and browsing properties on estate agency websites. While this is all well and good it can also be rather challenging and misleading. There are hundreds of possibles which can all lead to confusion. So, unless you have something specific in mind and a good balance in the bank this approach will never lead to anything concrete.
However, if you don’t, having someone in the know and in the property business giving you a helping hand is a massive plus.
I have been lucky to find a chap who has the patience to listen to my confused ideas and who has the expertise to convert those ideas into something tangible.
Ideas which we spent close to two or more hours discussing at his office one early spring morning.
Since that chat we have visited some sites, mostly still on plan with construction work just starting out and one, so far, finished and lived in. The last, the lived in, is a big help in trying to envisage what those still being built would look like.
Pouring over the architect’s plans is one thing but trying to visualise the finished product is not easy.
Five properties viewed so far with three eliminated almost immediately. Two of the first viewed are still on the cards but we are planning to view quite a few more…
In the meantime confusion abounds.