This week has been a stressful one with our house move. I’ve shared with you before the exciting news that we are moving and whilst I’ve moved a lot in my adult life, I think this has been the most stressful move yet.
I find the process of moving house such a strange combination of emotions, you start of viewing houses and this can be a bit disheartening when you can’t find a house that you love, in a location that you want to live and for a price you can afford. In the meantime you are trying to live in a show home because you have people wanting to view your home and with two small people this is never easy.
Then that day comes that someone wants to buy your house and one problem disappears, whilst you continue to find your new home. For us this all happened on the same day and it was all a bit of a whirlwind.
You feel excited about the new home that you’ve found for your family, you start to visualise living there and where you are going to put your furniture.
But, then the really work starts, you have so much paperwork to get through. You wait holding your breath that your mortgage is going to be approved and that, the time ten years ago when you forgot to pay a bill on time for £5.50 isn’t going to mess it all up!
Your buyers then decide that they want to show their parents your house and you have to make it a show room again. You are left praying that the parents love it and they don’t pull out.
Then finally the mortgage is approved, you complete all the hundreds of forms from the solicitor to tell your buyers that yes really you are going to be taking your toothbrush holder with you…
You stumble along and get lots of strange questions from your buyers that you relentlessly answer. You start to sell furniture that isn’t going to the new home and are left with no sofa to sit on!
You go shopping for new furniture and hesitate in ordering it, in case everything goes wrong. Deciding if it should be delivered to the new address or the old address. What if the move is delayed.
The end is in sight and you are nearly there, a moving date is agreed and then you can’t find a removal company that are available. You ring frantically around until you finally get that ‘yes’ that you so desperately need to hear.
You feel like you have aged five years in the process, but keep reminding yourself that it will all be worth it.
After a few more twists and turns, you receive the phone call to say you’ve exchanged contracts. That no one can back out now. You collapse on the sofa not quite believing you’ve finally reached this point. You glance over at your husband and smile, knowing that we are nearly at that final hurdle.
You start the process of ringing all the companies to let them know you’re moving. First your broadband provider, because lets me honest no one can live without the internet and you leap with joy when they tell you it can be working on the day you move in.
But, then you phone SKY and they tell you they can’t get an engineer out until the middle of January and part of you dies inside with the thought of no television. How will we entertain the girls…..!!
You are exhausted by it all and feel overwhelmed. But then you picture your new home and the new live you will have and everything else washes away. You will find solutions to the problems and we will work together as a team.
Your husband leans over and whispers in you ear, it will be alright and you honestly know it will…But you promise yourself that you are never moving again.
Joining Katie from Mummy Daddy Me for The Ordinary Moments