our first flat

So here's the low down on our housing dramas. We decided, after a year of living with the beau's very generous mother, that it was time to live on our own in our own place. Determined never to get involved in the false economy that is renting the beau convinced me that buying our first flat was the best option. We got an appointment with a mortgage advisor, got the ball rolling and even put a successful offer in on the first flat we saw. In retrospect it might have been a little bit naive but what started as apparent beginners luck turned into beginners nightmare. The lease turned out to be much shorter than advertised and we ended up getting involved in a never ending battle of estate agents and solicitors attempting to get a lease renewal. The long and short of it is the family home sold while all this drama was developing and we were shortly to become homeless. 

And so we entered the false economy of renting. 

Hoping to be in our original offer property within a few months we managed to strike gold finding a 1 1/2 bed ground floor apartment available for a four month lease just down the road from the beau's work. 

The day we moved started exciting and emotional. It continued to be emotional but soon became stressful upon receiving one of the rudest emails I have ever read from our estate agent. We were buried in boxes and suddenly realized we had four months to find somewhere to live. Meanwhile the property market had sky rocketed and we were rapidly becoming priced out of the market. 

Never fear. There was a happy ending, as shall become apparent but, for the meanwhile, this is where we lived for four months of our lives.