When I first saw the house we’re buying I knew straight away this was our house. I didn’t know how I knew. It just felt right. I could see us living there enjoying our life. I knew deep down that this house was meant for us.
Even with knowing the house needed gutting and not having the money to do the work. I always came back to it. Looking for other houses wasn’t the same. When my mum and step-dad decided to help in ways they could, the house becoming ours was becoming a reality.
Now weeks away from getting the keys this feeling hasn’t changed. I’ve trusted my gut and had faith in my desire.
Thinking back I cannot remember feeling this way about something. I’ve come to find I’ve started things and stopped. Never finishing. Relying on others to give me the answers to what I should do.
Were they warning signs?
Should I have narrowed down my input?
I need to source my own answers. Believe in any warning signs. Trust my gut and have faith in any future endeavours.