Some things weren’t great about the 60s…
So I did my first house viewing today and I have to admit that I came away from it feeling… well… neutral. I didn’t love the house, and I didn’t hate it. I couldn’t see anything structurally terrible, it’s had its roof redone at some point, it had the potential for converting to a modern heating system pretty easily, but the floor layout sucked. Really sucked. And the potential for sorting out somewhere to park was small.
And then we got into potential return; at the end of the day, whatever I did to it, a house in Barton Hill would struggle to recoup the money I put into it. I don’t want to make a huge profit (although I’m not averse to it) – I’m after somewhere to live. But I would like to get my money back.
Obviously, having thought about it and thought about it and thought about it, I reached a stage of thinking, if it’s that hard then maybe that’s not the one for you. But I also had a bit of an epiphany. What I want is just not in my pricerange; it’s just not going to happen. So we have to reconsider ‘what I want’ and rephrase it to ‘what will be okay’.
I’m not buying a house to be my home forever. I’m buying a house to hold me over until I can go to Canada. It doesn’t have to be perfect.
And then I found another property, very similar ot the one I’ve just been looking at; sadly mid-terrace, not end terrace. Similar in fact, in virtually every way, except it sounds like it’s got a slightly better layout. Oh, and an outside toilet.
It’s in a better area. If I’d’ve spotted it 20 minutes earlier I’d’ve rung and arranged a viewing; but sadly they were shut when I rang. So tomorrow, onto bigger and… well… actually largely the same size things. But hey :-)
Hopefully I’ll feel more positive about the whole process tomorrow.