It’s funny how some of the major decisions in our life are made on impulse.
One weekend, over a month ago I was in the kitchen (where else?) when my husband walked in and mentioned that a house we had looked at four years ago was again for sale.
“Which one?” I asked.
“The one on so and so street, with the sandstone facade, large kitchen (he knew how to get my attention) and backyard.” he said. “Do you want to have a look?” he continued.
I remembered that one. It was a brand new house we both fell in love with but for one reason or another we didn’t buy it. And now four years later the house was up for sale again.
“Nooooo. I said.” I remembered the last time we bought a house. First there was the heartbreak of being told that our bid was accepted only to be gazumped, the frustration of losing out on several auctions and of course the stress of our last move where I packed over 80 boxes. Plus, I didn’t think it was in our price range. “I’m busy baking.” I told my husband.