little bit of clarity. I’m not holding my breath though.
For those of you who read my blog (hopefully there are couple of you out there), you will know that I recently viewed a house with the idea of possibly buying it. Well today I had another look and, although it feels as if everything has picked up a pace, I’m still no nearer a decision.
I really like the house; it’s got lots of space, privacy and is tucked away on a quiet little cul-de-sac. The exact opposite of what I
have now in fact. The problem is it’s almost a relic, the last home improvements were probably carried out circa 1972. The entire house would need overhauling and I have to ask myself if I want to embark upon a project as huge as this.
I suppose at the bottom of it all is the simple fact that I am quite possibly the laziest person in the world and, when I tell you
that I also lack anything even remotely resembling DIY skills, you will no doubt see my dilemma. Everything that needs doing, which is the entire house and beyond, would require me to employ someone else to do it.
My first hurdle then is money. I had planned for a period of unemployment of at least six months when I finish my current marathon stint, in a couple of week’s time. If I bought this house, I would have to carry on working to pay for the renovations. That would mean all of my plans to focus exclusively on my writing, would fly right out of the window.
That’s a hideous enough thought but then on top of that would be the upheaval of having to deal with various workmen for God knows how long. Now I have nothing against workmen on a personal level but the thought of having them in my house for maybe months, having to negotiate costs and checking that the work is being done, as well as putting up with all the mess, frankly
gives me the heebie-jeebies.
And that’s only the half of it; I have a valuer coming to value my house on Tuesday and, if I decide to put it up for sale, this is
where the fun and games start. Never being able to relax, always in that heightened state of expecting a viewer. As it stands now, my house is lucky to see a vacuum cleaner once a week; I’d have to do it every day plus the dusting and all of the other dreary household tasks that maintain a presentable home. It could go on like that for months. In fact I know people whose houses took years to sell. I’m starting to feel hysterical just thinking about it.
The alternative then is to stay put. I’m currently on a busy, noisy road with neighbours who like to party. The crux of the matter seems to be, which on balance is worse, noisy neighbours or months, maybe years of potential hell. I also have to consider the probability that I am not going to want to live here for the rest of my life so am I merely delaying the inevitable?
On reflection, I have found writing this to be no help at all. I am no less befuddled now than I was at the beginning. Maybe I just
need to let my options germinate for a while and an answer will come to me. Yeah right, I hear you cry.