As always, the infamous Rebecca Black song is stuck in my head so I invite it to be stuck in yours!
Late post today, we were doing adult things like looking at a house viewing and groceries. And the mini me is having a friend stay over [Seriously, I regret it every time I say yes, they stay up way later than this old lady and I can’t just let them go hay crazy so I have to stay up too.]
Oh that’s right, looking at buying our first place.
But as we house hunt we have to keep some important things in mind:
- Bedroom that isn’t a broom closet for the daughter
- Areas to walk the dog
- That it can accommodate the necessary kitchen appliances (I’m not asking for a dishwasher, but I am asking for room for the fridge and freezer.
- Carpet not from the 60s if it’s already at the top end of our budget
- double glazing
And most importantly
ROOM FOR BOOKSHELVES
Obviously this last one is a serious issue, we are book hoarders of a sort and even though we regularly go through our books we still have so many that we cling onto. There may be some un-hauling in our near future lol.
Homeownership has never been big on my priorities but as we get older we don’t really care to keep paying rent that’s higher than a mortgage, and we’ve been able to have enough to have a deposit otherwise we wouldn’t have much choice. This feels like a good step but I am seriously worried about having space for the books AND you know, us too hahaha.
Am I looking forward to moving?
We have to remember, I lugged those damn novels from Texas to Scotland and though I didn’t have to unload the boxes, I did pack them and move them from upstairs to downstairs in the house in Texas and then carried them about and emptied them here and there were so many.
And I hate the process of moving
I mean really dislike it with a burning passion. It’s so overwhelming. We have so much crap.
Anyway if we find a place to fit all our books, I’ll let you guys know, in the mean time expect some more non-review content tomorrow!