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Wednesday 16 September 2015

STRESS but sweet relief.

SO.

      We went our separate ways, Sam, Chris and I. Chris went back home to Aus via Belgrade. We went back to Newcastle and got rained on. 


          We then put in an offer on the place.


      Adrenaline pumping through our bodies, we waited for a response.


The place had been on the market for 7 years. 7 years. And in all that time there had been one serious offer on the place, which eventually fell through. 


 One hour before we put in our offer, another British couple had put in a higher offer. 


7 years. 

7 years.


1 hour. 


We hunted for money. Asking friends and family. We could not possibly offer the asking price, and hoped that a slightly higher offer would be enough for the seller to consider letting it go to us. What we had to our advantage - we had had the building surveyed, we had a lawyer ready to go, the sale would be quick and stress free, we are nice and friendly. The offer was accepted. And we hurriedly put the deposit down, on a reservation agreement that had a clause in the sellers favour stating that they would not lose out financially if they withdrew from the sale. Something they had really fought for. 


WOW. Roller coaster right????


THE RIDE ISN'T OVER YET.



The evening after we had transferred the deposit, we received a message from the seller -


Can you pls tell Tom about the new offer for our asking price and see if he will match that? We can then sign an amendment to the reservation agreement.

The other couple had upped their offer even more, and this was enough to convince the seller to change their allegiance.


SO. 


That evening we didnt sleep. Chris mostly because it was the day time in Aus, but also we were all so super sad about the whole thing. We assumed, because of the aforementioned clause, that the seller was completely entitled to pull out. And boy was it gut wrenching. I was out with my best-friends girl-friend, watching Coltranes son honk his saxophone unconvincingly, and i was TERRIBLE company. When i got home, Sophie wouldn't stand for it. She said that we would be protected against this. Surely.

   In the morning, our Wünderlawyers got in touch. Basically saying that everything was going to be ok. That the sale would continue as planned, unless the seller wanted a long drawn out court case. Basically Sophie was right. And we were all just panicky flappy doom bringers. 

SO.


After that we sent off our power of attorneys, and they arrived a few days later. It is funny getting stuff notarised. A bonkers archaic system. But it feels nice and official. 


And then we had to borrow loads of money.


Then we nipped back to Mont to tie up a few loose ends, do things like open a bank account, give some thank you gifts out and meet the neighbours. 

At the end of it, we own this. This little patch of heaven that will be filled with so much bloody happiness in the years to come. Even after switching off for but a couple of hours, i have to convince myself again that it actually exists. That we now are in a position to do something great with this place. And that we get to work together, all of us, on this project.

Here is a first VIDEO look around the place. Video 1 of 3.







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