A Passionate Affair…with a house.

So, readers.  Since I saw you last…I’ve been a little busy.

I got myself a new job.  I bought myself a house.  (Admittedly Mr K may have had something to do with the latter).

The house is beautiful.  I wanted the house from the first moment I saw it, one cold January afternoon.  I wasn’t supposed to want the house, you see.  It wasn’t officially for sale, and someone else had it, they’d been in a relationship with it since last September.  But we were offered a look round because there was unrest in the house’s current relationship, and because it seemed perfect for a”young couple” (I am a sucker for flattery, yes, “young” is all it takes).

So Mr K and I went round to have a look at it.  Just because we could.  I was told not to look too excited in front of the owner – apparently I do this too often and it puts us in a “weak negotiating position”.

I kept a poker face all the way round, until we stepped outside and the owner asked me what I thought and the sunlight broke out on my face and it was all I could do not to leap on the poor man and scissor-kick round his waist.

I received a Disapproving Look from my husband.

We went for a wander through the forest and round the lake.  ”What did you think?” I asked.

“It was decent” said Mr K.

Decent from MrK is the equivalent of a high-pitched shriek of excitement from anyone else.

” What did you think?”

“It has a treehouse.  And a rolltop bath”

Those are the things you noticed?”

Apparently I was supposed to be looking at space and structure and…and flooring.

Our forest!  I know, it looks like Legolas should be jumping out from stage left.  Print from here.

It was far and away the best place we’d seen in the area we were looking at.  It’s right on the edge of a forest but it’s still London postcode.  There’s a lake.  Round the corner.  Did I mention there’s a treehouse?   Albeit very low to the ground, but it’s a house.  In a tree.  I’m not going to split semantics with you.

I didn’t think it was possible to feel so strongly about a house.  The only way I can describe it is that when I walked through the front door, I didn’t feel like I was visiting.  When I stood in the kitchen I thought of family.   I was fixated on it, I loved it, I wanted it for us, it was, in my mind, the perfect setting for our future.  Which is diametrically opposed to the cautious, financial, practical, logical approach Mr K takes.

So we sat on it for a little while, had some long hard conversations about money, and then we put an offer in.  An offer which was accepted.  And me being me, I went nuts and told everyone. I knew everyone said that the property market was fickle, but not my house, not that place.  They were just exaggerating.  They’d just had bad luck.  I moved us in in my head.  I made lists.  I planned what breakfasts we’d have in that beautiful kitchen.  I mentally made a guest list for the housewarming.

This is me, who Mr K had to drag kicking and screaming through the mortgage process six years ago because bricks and mortar would tie me down.

Anyway, this is where the house and I had our first big argument.  And it was a big one.  Things were thrown.  Phone numbers were deleted.  The house had a jealous previous partner (who had had an offer accepted back in September but couldn’t sell their own place to come up with the money) who came back to the owner saying this was it, they’d changed, they finally had the money.  And the owner listened, and the house was no longer ours.  I went through about twenty stages of denial “how can he trust them?” “I thought I was the one he loved!” and got into the foetal position and refused to move.  All over bricks.

Long story short, the house eventually came back, telling me it loved me again.  Turns out the jealous ex was all talk no action.  I wish I could say I was better than to take it back.  But I wasn’t.  I took it back and I didn’t even make it apologise.

We are looking to complete this week.  We have a project plan for these next two weeks that makes the blog relaunch look like childsplay (featuring carpenters, movers, painters, and a variety of Georges, Martins and Daves) but once it’s over, we’ll be living in the house of my dreams.  With wood flooring.

In all my excitement  I’m sad too.   I’m leaving behind the first really grown-up thing I ever did, which was this flat.  Other people will be living in it, it’ll be theirs, and I won’t have a say about where they put things, or why that part there is particularly special, or tell them they’ll never love this place the way I did (emo landlady alert).  I will sorely miss the best of East London.  I will not miss the crack den Wetherspoons that got closed down and replaced by Poundland.  I will not miss people stealing mail from our mailboxes to open credit cards.  I will not miss people sniffing my hair in the supermarket queue.

So if I’m a little slower to respond than usual over the next couple of weeks, bear with me.  I’m still here, beavering away behind the scenes.  Just need to work out how to get wifi in the treehouse, and I’ll hole up there with wotsits and the blog, with Mr K bringing me tea.  Bliss.

Categories: Life Experience, Written By Anna
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25 Comments

  1. Posted May 15, 2012 at 7:14 am | Permalink

    Oh Anna so beautifully written. I was also told not to look too excited when viewing houses pfft! It’s funny I didn’t ever think I was ‘The One’ type person, eg, my wedding dress wasn’t ‘The One’ but with our house – yes it was The One. Ten months on we still both get a ‘ooooh it’s ours’ feeling, for me it’s when I walk down the stairs first thing in the morning.
    Happy planning, packing, moving & more importantly living in your new home.
    Ps Congratulations on the new job.

  2. Becca
    Posted May 15, 2012 at 7:21 am | Permalink

    Yay the House loves you.

    I’m surprised Anna. All workmen are not called Dave. There are companies of women (see last night’s standard). Get a builder called Davina and do a professional blog post on her!!

    I am desperate to move to the country. Desperate.

    • Posted May 15, 2012 at 1:05 pm | Permalink

      All my decorators are called Dave! I swear!

      • Mahj
        Posted May 15, 2012 at 1:18 pm | Permalink

        Thinking about it, our decorator was called Dave. He’s saved in my phone as ‘Dave Decorator Man’.

        xoxo

  3. Alex Mrs M
    Posted May 15, 2012 at 7:39 am | Permalink

    Awww I love this and your writing always brings a smile to my face. Congrats on the bricks! I hope you have a long and happy partnership! Also..can we see pics of Any Other Renovation? I sooo want wood floors and a tree house when I grow up! xx

  4. Posted May 15, 2012 at 8:08 am | Permalink

    Yes yes yes!! This is brilliant news!! Xxx

  5. Posted May 15, 2012 at 9:05 am | Permalink

    Fabulous, congratulations – and well done on the new job too! Is it similar thing to the last? Can’t wait for some pics of K in the treehouse when you’re all settled in…

    Px

  6. Posted May 15, 2012 at 9:31 am | Permalink

    How exciting! I’m fed up of our flat but cannot bear the thought of house-hunting as it seems to be an all consuming type of activity that I just don’t have the time for right now!

  7. Peridot
    Posted May 15, 2012 at 9:34 am | Permalink

    Sounds amazing! Lucky you

  8. Esme
    Posted May 15, 2012 at 9:44 am | Permalink

    Oh wow – that’s fantastic! Massive congratulations! A new job and a house??!! There must be something in the air at the moment…

    Really pleased for you hun.

    xxx

  9. Posted May 15, 2012 at 9:46 am | Permalink

    Rolltop bath! Treehouse! Awww Anna, this is beautifully written. I thought maybe at the start of it I’d feel a tad jealous with the whole house-buying thing but instead I just feel really thrilled for you. This brought a massive smile to my face. What fab times you have ahead with Mr K in your lovely new home – and let us know how the new job goes!
    fx

  10. Posted May 15, 2012 at 9:49 am | Permalink

    Wait… A TREEHOUSE?! That is the most awesome thing ever and has just gone on my list of Desirable Qualities In A Future House. Congrats, Mrs K!

    K x

  11. Posted May 15, 2012 at 10:18 am | Permalink

    This is so wonderfully written, I can just imagine how beautiful it is! And that forest – wow!
    Good luck!

  12. Posted May 15, 2012 at 10:27 am | Permalink

    Fab, funny, endearingly wondrous post.

    Congratulations on finding the house of your dreams! x

  13. Katy W
    Posted May 15, 2012 at 11:12 am | Permalink

    Oh this is lovely – and also timely: we’re going for a second viewing tonight of a house I reeeeallly like and am trying to calm myself down about it and stop mentally redecorating the bathroom and planning where the piano’s going to go. (NB for clarity – redecorating the bathroom in my imagination; not redecorating in a mental fashion) But it is EXCITING when you find somewhere you like and can see yourself living in! Hope the move goes well – good luck!

  14. Mahj
    Posted May 15, 2012 at 11:25 am | Permalink

    You have a tree house?! Man, my house seems sucky now because we don’t have a tree house!
    Congrats on the House and the Job. And I can relate – when Martin and I stepped into the hallway of our house, we were completely surprised by how much we fell in love with it. In the hallway.

    Pls can we have piccies of AOW Tree House HQ pls?!

    xoxo

  15. Posted May 15, 2012 at 11:27 am | Permalink

    I am so ridiculously excited for you Anna – I remember you talking about it at your birthday and being so hesitant, so afraid it would all go wrong again. I can’t wait to see it. Seriously cannot wait.

    Yay for moving!

    xo

  16. Kate S
    Posted May 15, 2012 at 11:31 am | Permalink

    Sounds amazing! I’m very jealous of the forest. And the roll top bath. And the lake.

  17. Posted May 15, 2012 at 11:42 am | Permalink

    Oh wow such exciting news! New house and a new job? Busy times for you lady.

    Can you share photos ASAP please?! I need to see this tree house – it sounds immense!!!

    So pleased to hear the house love affair worked out well for you (for one heart-stopping moment I thought you were going to have the tree house snatched away from you…).

    xx

  18. Posted May 15, 2012 at 11:45 am | Permalink

    Oh wow, what exciting news to wake up to (FYI I haven’t just woken up I’m not *that* lazy, just haven’t had a chance to comment until now…) A new house and a new job? You have been a busy bee! Huge congrats though.

    I too am adding ‘treehouse’ to my list of requirements for our house – the husband will be thrilled – can you share photos ASAP please?!! Bloody love perving at other people’s houses!

    So pleased it all worked out well in the end xx

  19. Posted May 15, 2012 at 12:01 pm | Permalink

    Oh ladies I love you all…your comments have made my day! I fear I might have oversold the treehouse (but who cares, it’s a TREEHOUSE), when I take pictures of it I might take them from below so it looks higher!

    Thank you for all your joy x

  20. Posted May 15, 2012 at 12:22 pm | Permalink

    Oh Anna, congratulations on the new job and ALL THE VERY VERY BEST to you and Mr K in your new home. I think that as we don’t have a house it’s only fair that you let me come and play in your garden one day. Perhaps we could both wear our wedding dresses? xx

  21. Posted May 15, 2012 at 1:19 pm | Permalink

    YAY IT’S ACTUALLY HAPPENED!
    Massive Woop from over here!!!
    And huge congrats on the job too!

  22. Lottie S
    Posted May 15, 2012 at 1:42 pm | Permalink

    I relate entirely to the male/female difference in house viewing. Mr S is very guarded like Mr K whereas I inadvertently start grinning like a Chesire Cat and get very friendly with the estate agent! Awful I know, but when you find a ‘perfect for us’ house, you feel so happy and will go to many length to secure it.

    We offered on our last house in Sept 2010 and had a bumpy road to completion in January 2011. It was amazing to finally move in. I envisioned us being there for the next ten years, starting a family, However, Mr S dropped a bombshell that we were moving country so we packed up, rented out and moved into another house…..(rented) but still lovely….in America. Life plays some funny tricks at times!

    Enjoy your home and doing it up-take loads of before and after photos-they are so much fun to look at in the future xxxx

    • Posted May 15, 2012 at 3:01 pm | Permalink

      We’re the opposite way round. I’m very po faced and sensible whilst James is running around like a child shouting ‘have you seen the [insert desirable property trait here]!?’

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