...Oh yes! Well... Half of me is excited as hell, the other is my change-hating-demon, who is scared and negative. We had the offer accepted on our DREAM HOME!
Isn't she pretty?!?! So, mum and I went for the first viewing about a month ago. I opened the door and my big fat square jaw hit the beautiful floor. It was just amazing. I tried so very hard to not smile, make any "oooooh" or "aaaaaaah" sounds (as requested by The Boy. He's hard as nails, and an actor, so used to faking his emotions. Unlike me, the most sensitive emotional wreck in the world). I made all of the forbidden noises, and some. I wanted it, there and then (this sounds like a porno read, I apologise!).
So, without all of the banter in between bidding and acceptance, we got our dream home. The Boy went to see it on his own and felt the same way (which was kind of lucky, because if he didn't like it, that would have been dreadful!).
So, here we are! Sorting out Mortgages, Solicitors, Surveys, oh yes and Wills. This is where I feel 23 going on 50. I took The Boy out for some breakfast to discuss death, splitting up, and all things negative. A test in the relationship. I must say, I was rather worried. Because we're not married (nor do we plan to anytime soon), but have been together for 4 years, things are very different. I suddenly felt immensely grown up and proud of myself in a way to be having such an adult conversation, to someone I usually call poo head, or have play fights with. Luckily, we were in agreement about everything. It would have been awful had it have gone a different way. Can you imagine?! So now we face the difficult task of who gets the dogs, my cat, my teddy who I can't sleep without, my beanie babies (long story), his flat, my car, blah blah.
One thing I do love, is that we have become closer. We have agreed on everything to date (apart from he doesn't know I'm going to Cath Kidston that kitchen up very hard!), and I'm actually incredibly lucky to have found someone who I can compromise with. I'm very stubborn (like my daddy, don't tell him, but he will probably agree), so this can only mean, I'm growing up!
This house is in the countryside. I'm quite scared about leaving all of our wonderful friends in London, but really looking forward to all of them coming up for weekends and all of the parties to be had! Here's to our new life, in the country! (Cake Girl. In the countryside. This can only mean that I will bake my way to an early, obese grave......)
The move is expected to not take too long, so I shall keep you informed!