I don't know if I want to live in this town forever, but my boyfriend has just started a new job so we're here for at least another year, I've decided that if I'm going to continue to live up here, I may aswell pay a mortgage as pay rent. During the last five years, I've lived in five different houses and my rent has been as much as - if not more than - mortgage payments. So, I decided to look for a house. I haven't been looking long but I've already struck lucky.
It's a 1930s semi-detached with two bedrooms plus an unofficial attic room, a wood burner, thick walls and original wooden internal doors. It has a garage, a driveway and front and back gardens. It's near the town centre and even nearer to the beach. I got it for less than the asking price, plus as I'm currently renting, there's no chain. So its all good.
The sale isn't finalised yet so I can't post any pictures, but here's the view from less than a minute from my front door (excuse the smudges, my camera sensor is dirty).
I don't get the keys for another fortnight but I've already started packing and am already pissed off from being surrounded with boxes. I know I don't own a lot of stuff compared to some people, but for some reason when its all condensed, it somehow multiplies.
There may therefore be a hiatus from here while I get settled and organised, and get the broadband shifted. But I'll be back. Here's to the next chapter.