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Aftermath of Windsor

Something I've been dealing with lately is the weird feeling of the aftermath of the Windsor house. It totally felt like we'd broken up. Like the future I'd planned with that 90 year old lady had been ripped from my hands. And quite literally it sometimes felt like my plans had fallen through the floor beneath me and that there was no way up.

This was my first time. I've been talking with other people since then who've told me they've also struggled buying a house. Losing out in auctions, getting close to going unconditional and then things going pear shaped, house after house after house and still no house. All that time, money, effort, hope... And for what? Just a sore heart and soul.

It shouldn't be this hard to buy a house.

But it is.

When I explained to some of my students this past week the aftermath since I'd talked to them before lockdown... They were confused and upset for me. Because they too were excited!

I'm now at a point where I can laugh about the situation and not feel too sad. But the point of this post is this:

At some point, all the puzzle pieces will fit and it won't be too hard to make it work. Right?

I don't know.

Either way... Looking for a new house on TradeMe feels like going back on Tinder after a breakup. I feel yuck, disloyal to the previous whare and my heart isn't in it.

Open Home tomorrow.... Maybe or maybe not will be trying again in the near future.

And if not... Saving and de-cluttering and making my current home fit for purpose.

#tokukaingahou

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