Actually, that's a lie. If you know me, you'll know that I don't tackle things calmly. I talk pretty fast, accidently raise my voice when I get excited about things and in general am a drama queen.
The last few weeks have been this up and down roller coaster ride with my emotions. All because we are trying to buy a house. This isn't the first time I've done the house buying thing. I did buy a farm and built a house and I was there for most of the time when my younger sister bought her place. But it seriously does not get easier and I don't really feel any wiser each time.
So, the BFG and I have been looking for nearly a year now. In hindsight I'm not all that sure why it has taken us so long except that it's an expensive exercise. So in the last couple of weeks, I really thought we had found THE ONE! A lovely weatherboard cottage with polished floorboards. Not exactly in the suburb we were previously looking in but it was close to a train station and I can still get to work without having to get up too early.
We made an offer, offer was rejected, we made another offer which was also rejected and vendors were going to sell to someone else. Fine - put that one out of my mind. By the end of the week, I was already onto looking at other properties. The real estate agent called the BFG. The sale didn't go through with the other buyer and did we still want to buy it? Yes of course!! I've already started to imagine me living in that suburb and have checked the local library (open till 9pm each night), the local yarn shop (yes - really - there is a yarn shop within walking distance to the house) and all the other boring stuff like where to shop for groceries.
So we set about doing our due diligence and ordered building and pest inspection reports, organised finance and at the same time trying to fend off the real estate agent who was pushing us to sign the contract of sale. So you know this will end badly right? As I am panicking about the idea of being guzumped and having the property sold from under us, the pest report came back and guess what? Termites!
I have a friend who bought a house where termites were found. She fixed it and is now living in it. But she did buy that house dirt cheap many years ago. This house is not dirt cheap (no house is in Sydney). The worst case scenario for this house was a tear down and rebuild.
Needless to say, I'm really disappointed but glad that we didn't buy an expensive dud house. One of the most stressful aspects of house buying was dealing with the real estate agent. She seriously is a piece of work. Lucky for me, the BFG is generally quite calm and collected and can deal with these things. Me, not so good.
Anyway, I've decided to channel my energy into organising our month long holiday to Europe in September. I've already booked the flights. We're still undecided as to where we want to go (Greece, Italy, France, Germany???) but we will definitely be going to Denmark (my first visit) and England as well as Spain. We finally settled on one week in Spain because of my love of Camper shoes and Zara clothing.