It's funny, when you are walking around someone else's house, what thoughts are going through your mind. Now you would think that the initial thoughts would be; do I want to live here? (esp when you're trying to decide whether to buy the place or not) what's the neighbourhood like? Can I fit all my things inside? However let me tell you dear reader, these were not the real thoughts idly filling my mind this weekend.
I was wondering if the space (or distinct lack of it) would squash me. I have been feeling squashed since I began living in my current ground floor flat, and this has lasted nearly two years, and I'm ready to feel that freedom of childhood again *sigh* this is unlikely to happen, mainly because my childhood home, although yes, it is still there inhabited by my parents is about 4 times the size of anything I will be able to afford.
The beginning of our search seemed fruitful, there was so much possibilty but I am slowly (note to self - in light of this realisation being over no more than 3 days, this cannot really be called slow, not in the life time sense anyway) coming to the understanding that if I want that ever so elusive foot on the property ladder, it's going to be on a ladder up the side of a postage stamp.
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