My last post explained how quickly our plans were progressing for the move westwards, but now it feels like we’re wading through treacle. My contract at work has been extended by five weeks, so rather than enjoying some lovely time off, I’m immersed in the world of busy trains and pushy commuters for a little longer. Of course, the extra wage will come in handy when I am jobless and on the hunt for new employment, but this little delay in freedom seems to have taken away some of the sweetness of escaping! I’ve never been a patient person, so perhaps this really is just a test of my resolve – something I’ll need lots of during the house hunt we’re currently engaged in.
Travelling to Taunton on a sweltering May weekend, fuelled by our picnic and thermos of coffee on the train, we tried not to get our hopes up too much, forever keeping in mind the ghostly ‘other’ who loomed over our prospective dream abode. Within ten seconds of ducking through the low door and thick walls of the cottage, we fell in love. The inglenook fireplace was huge, the floors slightly wonky, and there was ample space for our bookshelves and blankets. We ooh-ed and aah-ed our way around the place, trying not to appear too excited in front of the landlady. Our rival was coming back for a second look shortly after our visit and the landlady promised us an answer as soon as she had one. We left the cottage trying not to let a feeling of jubilation overwhelm us, telling ourselves constantly that it would not, in all likelihood, be ours. But that kind of hope wheedles it’s way in however much you try to stop it, and by the next morning I was convinced it would be good news. It wasn’t. The blow came early the next day; the other party had decided to take the cottage and we had lost out.
It has taken a little while to get over the disappointment – it was such a perfect place for us – but we’ve re-entered the house hunt with tentative gusto. We look at the property websites every day and can only hope that a cottage just as lovely and in just as good a location pops up again soon. As someone very wise (probably) once said, “There are plenty more cottages in the country”.