We signed the contracts for our new house this morning. It still doesn’t feel entirely real, and yet I’m starting to get excited about it.
The new house is out in the countryside, a couple of hours’ drive from where we live now. It’s a very rural setting – the nearest town consists of a small hotel and a grocery/hardware store – but it’s not far from a major road, about ten minutes’ drive from two mid-sized towns, and there are two different cities less than two hours’ drive away.
One of the things I’m excited about is the garden. There’s a decent sized piece of land with the house, enough to have a pretty little lawn out the front, a deck and barbecue area out back, and plenty of space left over for growing vegetables, and maybe even raising some chickens.
I’m also excited about decorating. It’s going to need quite a bit of work, since the roof leaks in places, there are some window panes missing, and no kitchen to speak of, but on the other hand that gives us so much scope to set everything up the way we like it. Having rented for most of my life, and being used to not even putting hooks up on the wall without the landlord’s permission, that amount of freedom is amazing.
Last, but definitely not least, I will be able to set out a space of my own for writing. There are some old cowsheds beside the house (hereafter called ‘the stables’ because it sounds more elegant) which I have my eye on for converting into a cosy little study all of my own.
If all goes according to plan, we could have the keys as early as next week. I can’t wait.