A Moving story
A blog that is based on a true story. A story that takes us from sunny London to not-to-sunny Scotland.
A true story

So, we moved or had a moving performance…(pun intended)

I don’t expect anyone to move. (yet again, pun intended)

It was not a sudden move, we spent years on planning, saving, organizing, thinking, planning and thinking again before making this big decision of acquiring a permanent address.

It wasn’t an easy one, It included a relocation- over 500 miles towards the north pole. (exaggeration included).

We didn’t buy the place straight away. First, we were crammed into a tiny flat owned by undoubtedly one of the nicest human beings on the planet who kindly offered us a roof under our massive and multiple heads. (I am and will remain forever in debt)

After almost a year after our relocation, we finally got the keys.


As expected It was an empty house, the only thing that could be classified as furniture was the TV stand left behind by the previous owners.

 There was a very old-looking washing machine in the utility room that was proudly representing the entire fleet of (possible) white goods. And the mirrors on the wall were reflecting empty bedrooms.

The white goods were part of the deal, the other bits weren’t. But we accepted them as a treasure.

The empty house was indeed full of dreams.
It was a new chapter where we no longer have to worry about landlords paying unnecessary visits and complaining about little things. I remember a landlord trying to charge me £60 to deliver a gas meter key for a journey that was less than a mile away. Another one tried to charge us for the broken toilet flush,(oh the irony of the crappy landlord.)

It was already dark when we got the keys, our excitement overtook our common sense and we decided to move in the same day.

Sat on a rug left by the previous owner in front of the fireplace, we had the most amazing takeaway dinner and sleeping on an underinflated airbed, we had the best sleep ever.

But The next day, the ancient washing machine broke down.

So much for the excitement of becoming the homeowner!!. I must admit, I slightly missed the “luxury” of renting where repairs/replacements were a phone call away. Well, freedom comes with increased responsibility, we quickly learned, after ordering a replacement from Littlewoods.

The journey from a studio flat in the south of the UK to the massive four-bed house wasn’t the easiest one, but with great support from friends, we made it. Without the support we received, it wouldn’t be possible at all and we are forever in debt.

Only true friends can put you in this trouble. So, a massive thank you to my friends who helped us to make our dream come true. Not to forget friends who tried/offered assistance and advice all the way.

This incredible journey has taught us some valuable lessons as well, 

The first lesson we learned was that people who share good times with you may not be there in your hard times and It’s not uncommon for them to be invisible when they know that you might ask for help.

The second lesson was, that no matter how impossible it feels, there is always somebody ready to help you. All you have to do is ask.

The new journey has begun and we are looking forward to having a luxury of dining room furniture and a comfy bed.

Update: Now we are almost furnished, and the air beds are folded away. Just replaced the carpet on the master bedroom and waiting for payday to do the rest. The guest room is still unfurnished, however, we aren’t expecting any guests for at least a few months. But we are confident that we can offer a warm and conformable welcome to our visitors soon. And oh, House warming is due of course….  We might have multiple ones, so watch your Inbox for the invitation.

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