After months of waiting, getting our hopes up, and having said hopes dashed into the dirt (and spat upon)...we are finally moving into our new house. I must be honest with you, I began to doubt whether it would ever happen, but things are finally falling into place.
We did our first walk-through of the (nearly) completed property on Friday and...wow, it is really a spectacular sight! The builders are laying the carpet and turf today, but otherwise, she's ready for us to move in! As soon as the bank transfers the money into the solicitor's [translation: lawyer to you yanks] account, we will pick up the keys and move in. That creates a lovely, warm, happy feeling in my soul.
An interesting phenomenon to note:
The last time we walked through the same model/floorplan for this house was in September. Since then, our brains have been busy imagining and picturing our new house. During last week's walk-through, we were amazed at how drastically the builders changed the proportions of the rooms (okay, okay...it's POSSIBLE that our imaginations are not exactly 100% accurate)! The living room is twice the size I was picturing it. The bedroom is half as long as I'd remembered. The kitchen is much better sized (and way less WHITE. Plus, I have a gas stovetop--who knew?!). The front entryway is miniscule. The study--being the only room was could see from our stalker positions in the middle of the night with a flashlight--is the only room that looks remotely as we'd expected!
The good thing about all of this is that the house is better--much better--than I'd remembered. Even the rooms that are smaller than I thought are great, the layout is smooth and useable, and the whole thing is very "us." We could not be happier!
