There were a few ups and downs for Mr Fletche and I at the start of 2017, but after many long nights of soul-searching (and alcohol) we came to the same conclusion about three things.
And so it’s No 3 that we are looking to change in 2018. Mr Fletche, as a creative bod, wants to be inspired by his surroundings and have interesting things to photograph on his doorstep. At the moment we have a mattress, a fridge freezer and an alleyway – which is meant to access our rear garden – which is so overgrown that a machete would struggle to clear it. I, as a Birmingham blogger, want to be in the hub of coffee shops, restaurants and bars, and not have to schlep it on the no 37 bus to get anywhere of note. Tyseley is not where we want to be for the rest of our lives.
And so, we have a plan. Sort of. 2018 will be the year that the Fletcher mid-terrace goes on the market. And rather than go through the stress of buying and selling at the same time, we are hoping to rent an apartment in the city centre for 12 months or so and see how city living suits us. We may hate it. We may decide that living in a shoebox, after spreading ourselves over two floors and a loft, is not for us. We may find we miss having our own garden (highly unlikely). We may love it and think it’s the best thing ever. But I know that we’d regret not giving it a try whilst we’re still young enough to enjoy it.
Mr Fletche and I tend to do a lot of research and make a lot of to-do lists (ok, that’s mainly me) but don’t actually get on with any action plan. But we’ve starting fixing a few of the little niggly things on this 100 year old house, touching up the paint and plasterwork here and there. I’ve made a start on decluttering the loft, refusing to be sentimental. I now have a Spotify playlist of all the cassette singles I had in the late 80s early 90s. We need to dismantle the shed – we hoped the last storm or two would finish the job it started and carry off the roof somewhere else but manual intervention will be required. There are a few things which are expensive jobs that we’ve put off, and may just have to accept that we’ll have to take a loss in the sale price because – to be frank – we can’t be arsed to pay out for work that we won’t get the benefit of.
I have to contact my mortgage lender, there’s only 3 and a half years left on the mortgage (I was a mere child when I bought the house..) so need to check if there are any early redemption charges for paying off the outstanding balance. And then we start the serious business of getting a valuation, selecting an estate agent or two… and then waiting for the offers to flood in. Or not. And then weep a little.
It’s very scary and a big change. I moved out of Ma and Pa Lee’s house at 18, and haven’t moved since. I thought it would be my forever home, and the house has seen a lot of tears and laughter, relationship break-ups, new relationships, three cats (all deceased), many, many plants (also all deceased), impromptu dance competitions in the kitchen, surprise garden parties, and karaoke sessions (for which I continue to apologise to my neighbours for). But for Mr Fletche and I, this is an opportunity to explore something new, to try something different – all of the things we love about travelling, but this time on our own doorstep.
So keep your eye out for more house-selling and adulting posts, and also more “move” related song titles… But it doesn’t mean we’re not going to squeeze in a few trips along the way so there’ll still be plenty of travel content to keep A Brummie Abroad ticking over!
All tips about selling up and moving house with the least stress, effort and financial outlay possible are gratefully received!