Well, our house hunting journey is finally over.

Yes ladies and gents, you heard me, it’s over! And this means that we are FINALLY in our forever home! Hooray!

And oh my gosh sob sob sob, it feels freaking fantastic!

Now, if you have been following our journey in any shape or form then you may know that we have spent an incredibly massive amount of time house hunting. Yes, we have been looking for. Freaking. Ages. Ermagawd. Almost a year to be truthful. That’s a butt load of weekends (and occasionally weeknights) that have been taken up by snooping through other people’s drawers (I mean homes), hoping that it might be ours. The homes, not the drawers.

Such a snoop – via GIPHY

Or on the flip side, it’s a butt load of weekends desperately hoping that the house we just looked at WOULDN’T be ours, because all too often they were kinda disgusting and frequently made me sneeze. Or cry. Or both.

Don’t get me wrong, we did see some houses that we loved and would have loved to have lived in. Probably around 5 or 6 of them to be truthful. But we always missed out. Each and every time. And we never really understood why.

And then, just when I thought we couldn’t take any more rejections for properties we loved or see any more properties that were so hideously rotten that we needed to take a sterilizing bath to recover from, BANG! WHALLOP! BAM! Up opened the heavens and BOOM! There appeared our forever home, like magic.

Magic minus the sarcasm? – via GIPHY

It was finally here, and after the briefest negotiation in history, it was mine. Oh sorry, I mean, ours.
*pops champagne bottle in the direction of dear husband’s head*

Woo!

Ceeeeeeeelebrate good times, Come on! – via GIPHY

Now, in the month leading up to the move I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I was so flipping excited to get into our home that I almost couldn’t take living another single second in our crappy rental house. I pranced around oozing joy from every single part of me (ew, sorry not sorry).

Oozing Joy – via GIPHY

Every night when I brushed my teeth and we went to bed I breathed a sigh of relief thinking “one more night down girlfriend…and one night closer”. It was the best feeling. It was a feeling full of both freedom and utter pants-weeing relief.

Though even in my excitement I somehow managed to avoid packing like the plague until the very last second. I was tired of life and really just couldn’t be arsed, but (sigh) it had to be done.

So, in the week before the move, I finally got my act together and started boxing up the full house worth of belongings that we had taken with us to the rental, whilst my husband was at work. Lucky jerk.

This move already felt completely different to what I had experienced when we packed and moved the last time. Packing up and moving out of our last (and at the same time, our first ever) home had been pure hysterical torture (read about it here), and yet packing up this house left me feeling like a giddy school girl at Christmas time.

Woo! Excitement – via GIPHY

I could not flipping wait. It was a good home, but a complete stinker at the same time. We never had friends over, like EVER as it was so dark, that even in the middle of the day it felt like night-time. I don’t think I saw the sunlight for the whole 5 months that we were there.

So I was really looking forward to getting into our light filled, love filled new home.

And then fiiiiiiiiiiiinally the night before settlement arrived. I filled the last box to the brim, shut the lid, sat back…and sneezed. Holy Moly the DUST in this place.

Knowing that it was the last night in that house made me feel so stupidly happy, and yet so utterly freaking exhausted at everything that lay ahead of us. Because moving sucks.

I went to bed on the very last night in the rental, and I slept like the dead. In fact I slept like the dead who had repeatedly died three times over.

And when I woke up the next day I was filled with stupid amounts of joy again. Because it was the big day. Freaking finally. Yes, on this super swish day, this mumma was getting the keys to our forreeeeevvvvvveeeeerrrr home! Woo!

I sat around and waited all day for the call to come and pick up the keys. I started getting itchy and twitchy and (quite frankly) a little bit bitchy. GIMME THE DAMN KEYS.

Just give me the keys already! – via GIPHY

The call came and I raced down to the Estate Agents Office. I basically wrenched the keys out of the poor receptionists hand (along with the bottle of champagne that came with it), and hot footed it straight over to the new house with my dad and my little son.

I put the key in the door, I opened it and stepped inside.

We were home. Finally.

 

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