How do you know when you’re ready to make the move?
Recently, Paddy and I have started making moves toward, eh, moving. We’ve been together for over eight years now and it feels right that we finally start thinking about moving in together. We’ve talked about it plenty of times before, but the timing has never been right up until now.
This is the first time in our relationship where we’ve both been living and working in the same city since I left high school. I spent two years studying in Aberdeen, and then when I returned neither of us had a job that would have really allowed us to move out. Then, Paddy did get a job, but it was hundreds of miles away in Leicester, and I had a degree to finish.
Now we’re both in the same city, both with jobs that put us in a position to afford the responsibilities and necessities that come with moving out, and it’s time to look at flying the nest. Our original plan had been to move out within the next few months and rent closer to the city centre, but we’ve since realised that saving to buy is a bit more attainable than we’d first realised.
That’s not to say I’ll be able to whip up a deposit in a matter of months – realistically it’s going to be at least a year, probably longer – but our ISAs are open and the saving frenzy has commenced. I’m planning on doing a masters, so I’ll be a student for at least the next two years, and I’m self-employed too. It’s complicated, and it’s difficult to find information for our situation. Despite it being a while away, it hasn’t stopped me spending a lot of time on property sites trying to figure out what we can afford and where.
The prospect of moving out, let alone buying an actual bloody house, is kind of terrifying. Deep down I know I’m ready to move out, but I can’t imagine not living in my family home. I’ve moved out before, but the places I lived during university weren’t the nicest and I never felt like they were “mine”. I get on well with my family, I know I’d miss them if I didn’t live at home, and I’d definitely miss my cats.
At the same time, I miss space. Sure, my student flats were dives, but I had free reign of the place. Now, I’m unsuccessfully trying to cram everything into my bedroom, with a lot of overspill. I’m desperate for a dedicated home office space that I can call my own, instead of sharing a room with my brother’s countless monitors and listening to him scream at his games whilst I try to work.
I’ve got to that age where people I went to school with have started buying houses, and it’s surreal. I’m only 23, which feels simultaneously old and young, and I know a lot of people don’t move out until much later. Whilst it feels like the right time for me to start thinking about this sort of thing, I also feel wildly incapable of this so-called “adulting”. I don’t even know where to begin with getting a mortgage, and things are only complicated by being self-employed.
It feels like the most terrifying but exciting purchase I’ll make. A whole house?! Or a flat, whatever. But property? It felt like a pipe dream for a very long time, but we’re so lucky to be in a position where we can live at home and save for this. Plus, it means that we’ll be one step closer to having a dog. And cats. And hopefully chickens one day, too.
The most frustrating thing right now is wanting to redecorate and buy furniture. I’ve wanted a new desk for a while, and I have a lot of regrets about my shoddy paintwork from when I repainted my room when I was 15. There’s probably not much point in me picking up new furniture or spending the time repainting when I’ll just have to do the same thing again somewhere new.
It hasn’t stopped me shopping, though. I’ve been trying to pick up some “versatile” bits, that are easily adapted for new spaces or easy to pack up and move. As much as I want to buy that new bed I saw in the sale or the most beautiful green couch that I spotted on Pinterest, it’s going to be a while before those purchases are justifiable. Particularly considering how bloody expensive they are. Buying the house is expensive enough, why does the furniture have to cost an arm and a leg too?!
So whilst the majority of my earnings have been going straight into my ISA I haven’t been able to resist the odd addition here and there. I’ve got a beautiful new print on the way from Cawligraphy, that will sit perfectly with the “Le Peche” print from Annie Dornan Smith’s latest Peachy Keen collection. I finally started buying frames for my prints, which feels very grown up and sensible. There are countless sets of new bedding in my Amazon basket, and I’ve been eyeing up the H&M home section for trinkets most days.
Pair this homeware excitement with my love of Pinterest and I’ll probably end up with enough decor and ideas for three houses worth before I’ve even been to see one – let alone bought one. It’s a long road ahead, but it’s a journey I’m very excited for.