One hour ago I received a phonecall that is, in all probability, going to turn my life upside down.
A few weeks ago my boyfriend and I stayed at a guesthouse in St.Ives, Cornwall. A few weeks later we found ourselves to be the likely next owners of said guesthouse.
Relocation had been on the cards for sometime and so looking to move out of London was not the strange thing; the strange thing was that the thought of cooking breakfast and making the beds of complete strangers didn’t fill us both with horror. More, it got us excited – really excited. Thoughts of bedroom decor, awards, cornish pasties, cream teas, and meeting the community filled our heads and suddenly we found ourselves valuing flats, digging down the back of sofas for lost change, and living off the Tescos value range in order to cobble together the vast amounts of money we needed to make an offer.
One hour ago the offer was accepted; and this blog was born.
I am not a retiree, nor am I (or my boyfriend) close to retirement age; and you’ll find out more about us in the coming weeks. Just for now it’s enough to know what we’re doing and, in a cheeky bid for better SEO, naming this blog after our future home.
Welcome to the first phase: the offer and the exchange.