On Tuesday the sales rep from the local realtor’s came and inspected & photographed the house, and yesterday I came home to this:
Well, I knew it was coming. I have only had two leads on another place to live: one was a 2-storey, 3-bedroom house on a busy street, closer to town. Same rent as I am paying here, but something, (other than the noise of the tractors and buses going by) just put me off, so probably foolishly, I passed on it. The second one was sharing a flat with someone and dog & cat-sitting her pets when she was travelling. So, no.
Here’s the link to the posting; it will only be up as long as the house is for sale, so I’ve captured some of the photos below. If nothing else, at least you can see how I decorated. I’ve saved all her photos – so much better than any of mine.
I have been very discouraged this week. I’ve been approaching this from both a rational and emotional decision-making process, making pro/con lists for staying vs just returning home (the universe telling me it’s time?), tossing around ideas with my sisters and my cousin, trying not to give in to wallowing. *The weather has been lovely this week – I wonder how my lists would shift if this had been cold & rainy every day? Just typing this has me sad, and you should see what a glorious day it is this morning – I should be gleefully planning a jaunt over to Rousay, or a hike around the Kame of Corrigall. Instead, I am spending the morning writing the Electricity board, calling the property management, and walking over to the town council offices to start the ball rolling on cancelling everything as of Oct 29. Oh, and I must call movers (even though I have nowhere to move to) and storage companies (for all my less-than-one-year-old furnishings). Damn.
Oh dear, re-reading this – I sound pathetic. First world problems, chickee, get over yourself. I’m healthy, I’m lucky enough to even have these problems, there are people in the world who don’t have choices. It’s not as if moving home would make me sad – I’m looking forward to resuming my life in Milton and starting my next adventure; nor do I dislike the idea of staying but in a different town or an apartment – things were meant to be exciting and different from what I was used to. So there, Lainey – already the mood is lifting. (Really, I’ll be fine – this was just a literary pity-party).
They’re asking £175,000. Last month there was a woman who mentioned on FB that she would love to buy another property in Kirkwall (meaning this house), and that having a renter already in place (meaning me) would be great. We texted a few times – she’s not sure she’d be able to afford it – I’m hoping this is within her price range – I guess I’ll find out soon!
Anyhoo, off to start the moving process – more to come as things progress!
Yes, every single thing in these photos is less than 11 months old. Sigh.