Tuesday, April 11, 2017

My First 3 Weeks Of Being A Homeowner

I'm back! From an albeit brief departure, apparently broadband isn't just a thing that all homes are fitted with these days, WHY? So whilst I have to wait another 3 weeks until I can blog from the comfort of my new cosy home, I'll be dipping in and out of lunchtimes at work to try and get some blogging done. I have been dying to share so much stuff about my new home and some home decor posts with you, but I promise it will be worth it and hopefully you've been enjoying my little snippets on my Instagram too. 

Anyway, here I am after the first 3 weeks of home ownership, I've finally got a bit of furniture, I'm starting to realise this place actually is 'mine' and I've ordered some pastel pink dining chairs, because that really is the beauty of owning your very own place, right? PASTEL PINK EVERYTHIIINGG!

The last 3 weeks have been somewhat of an exhausting whirlwind, no emotion has been missed. I've had highs, lows, tears, stress, anger, and pure happiness, something that really has started to take hold of me over the last week, and it's been amazing. Whilst it was a stressful 5 months, the stresses you think will instantly cease are replaced with new ones, oh the joys of being an adult. So whilst I'll revisit my first time buyer experience in another post, here's a snippet of my move progress over the last 3 weeks!

Week 1 

I wish the day I got the keys was how I would have imagined it in my head, but it really wasn't. With everything that happened along the way, it was inevitable that I wouldn't be let off that easily. It was easily the most stressful day of my life, they really don't lie when they say that moving house is one of the 5 most stressful life events. From not being able to get hold of a full set of keys, to driving past and seeing the 'dressing' furniture still sat in there, to finding out on the morning that I had been rejected for life cover, the day that should have been the best day of my life, left me with a bad taste in my mouth.

I should have been happy, but as those stresses I had during the buying process slowly faded away, someone was like 'HEYY, have some more'. It wasn't until the second day (weekend), I had no one bothering me, no calls and I could let it sink in that this place really was 'mine'. I kept thinking I was going to be caught inside and that I shouldn't be there, it was a really odd feeling. 

As I went back to work 4 days later, it honestly felt like I had been away for an eternity. I was still trying to sort things in the evenings, (STILL AM). I was exhausted and whilst I had to wait until my bed had arrived to spend my first night there, I felt scared. I'd lived away at uni before, but this felt different. I'd never be living at my family home again, and that was quite difficult to come to terms with. Despite the many issues that were unresolved, I knew with time it would get better.

Week 2 

Things got a lot better. I gradually moved my stuff in, I spent my first week in my new apartment and whilst I was exhausted, had no furniture and resorted to eating cereal from the living room floor, I couldn't have been happier. 

The first week felt like when you've been travelling and arrive at your hotel late at night, you don't know where anything is, you resort to living from a suitcase and despite being exhausted you toss and turn all night. It was very unsettling to begin with, but as I spent more and more days there that funny feeling suddenly disappeared.

My morning commute to work was normally met by road rage, and even though my journey time has significantly been extended now it hasn't bothered me in the slightest. When I walk out of my home in the morning and arrive back to be greeted by the sea, nothing else matters anymore.

I had a lot of friends over during the evenings to see my apartment, I was actually showing people MY PLACE, with each night I grew to love it more. Despite the hardships and issues I've encountered, I knew I bought the right property, I knew the second I first viewed it that it was 'the one' and I'm so excited for this next chapter of my life.

Week 3 

Coming to the end of my third week, I look back to the day I moved and I can't believe how far everything has come. From the home, to my adulting to my happiness. Everything is finally starting to fall into place, it really does feel like MY home. 

I always imagined I would live in a certain place when I grew up, and now that really has become reality. Every stress, every tear (by god did I shed a lot of those along the way), I've done it for myself, by myself. For once in my life, I'm pleasing myself. 

I still can't cook, I haven't had TV or internet for 3 weeks, but those things will come in time and for now I'm enjoying the tranquillity of living by myself. It's like when you pass your driving test for the first time and you can't wait to get back in your car at the end of the day and drive home. I feel like that about my apartment, it's SO me and even though it's only been a few weeks, it's 100% the best life decision, and purchase I've ever made. I think I'll be happy here for many years to come.

So, if you have a dream, work hard for it because anything really is possible when you put your mind to it! Keep an eye out for more home posts in the next few weeks, I promise it will be back to normal posting on here when I finally get broadband installed!

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  1. I feel like this post is psychologically preparing me for when I move out, I know I'm probably going to just be all over the place but I'll find my footing in the end (or so I hope).

    I think you'll feel a lot more at home once you get your internet and TV going as well!

    Julia // The Sunday Mode

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