If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you may remember that we put our house up for sale a year ago. Just over a year ago, actually. I looked up the date.
We’re way off buying a new house, but we’re stepping up the search now. As Scarlett is nearly two, her school options are coming closer and closer, and we’ve started thinking now might be a good time to have a look to see what’s available on Ye Olde Rightmove.
We started looking in two directions: towards my work and towards my hometown. These are diametrically opposed. We went as far as to view a house near my work this weekend. It was a beautiful Victorian house, gorgeous stained-glass windows with light pouring in, big kitchen, porches, nooks and crannies, and period features everywhere. Needed loads of work to make it live-able, so slightly out of our price range because of that. We could have worked with it. But it didn’t feel right. We’d have been moving to an area we didn’t know, to be closer to a job that I don’t know how long I’ll have. And no closer to familial support, which is what we’re lacking. Continue reading