It's all happening...
Don't you just hate people who say that? It can't all be happening, you want to say. Well, excuse me, but it pretty much all is happening right now. Posts are much fewer and significantly further between than I had hoped at this stage, and it's all happening...
We've just had the most interesting weekend of the whole project. We started it glumly perusing the latest list of houses for sale in PG, wondering if we were going to end up renting one of the depressing-looking apartments of 15th Avenue (15th Avenue sounds cool, but I don't think it's all that; I don't really remember). This evening we made an offer on a house.
It's faintly alarming, this. But as Zoë just said to me, moving halfway round the world is the scary bit - buying a house you've never seen is nothing.
I need at this point to heap lavish praise and thanks upon our aforementioned friend, Caroline, who has essentially been our proxy this weekend, and actually took time out yesterday to go and view it for us. Then - and this is way above and beyond the call of duty - she took time out of her breakfast routine to call us and give the low-down. Which, naturally, was so positive that we ran upstairs and emailed off an offer.
How did we do this before the internet?
That's all you're getting right now - no more details, not because it'll jinx anything, but because it's still just an offer, and there are plenty of things which could yet stand in our way. But I'll tell you this much - it's so absolutely perfect a fit for our list of objectives that it must be right - it's actually laughably good.
More when I know more.
(And no, I'm not sitting here typing this into one computer while the other one sits behind me on the spare bed, wirelessly connected to Zoë's email account in case of a reply. That would just be silly.)
We've just had the most interesting weekend of the whole project. We started it glumly perusing the latest list of houses for sale in PG, wondering if we were going to end up renting one of the depressing-looking apartments of 15th Avenue (15th Avenue sounds cool, but I don't think it's all that; I don't really remember). This evening we made an offer on a house.
It's faintly alarming, this. But as Zoë just said to me, moving halfway round the world is the scary bit - buying a house you've never seen is nothing.
I need at this point to heap lavish praise and thanks upon our aforementioned friend, Caroline, who has essentially been our proxy this weekend, and actually took time out yesterday to go and view it for us. Then - and this is way above and beyond the call of duty - she took time out of her breakfast routine to call us and give the low-down. Which, naturally, was so positive that we ran upstairs and emailed off an offer.
How did we do this before the internet?
That's all you're getting right now - no more details, not because it'll jinx anything, but because it's still just an offer, and there are plenty of things which could yet stand in our way. But I'll tell you this much - it's so absolutely perfect a fit for our list of objectives that it must be right - it's actually laughably good.
More when I know more.
(And no, I'm not sitting here typing this into one computer while the other one sits behind me on the spare bed, wirelessly connected to Zoë's email account in case of a reply. That would just be silly.)
posted by Richard at 8:56 pm
1 Comments:
Its getting quite exciting isn't it.
Let us all know when the offer is finalised.We want pictures and everything !!
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