You’re standing in a bathroom sniffing a weird smell, listening to a loud extractor fan, noticing an ugly wallpaper and a dirty mirror and asking yourself – oh god have I made a mistake in buying this place?
Then you remind yourself that you’ve spent the last 5 winters with black mould, you’ve adapted to matchbox bedrooms, and not only survived but loved a summer with 16 roommates in a 2 bed apartment.
And you wonder is it becoming a homeowner or is just the unfamiliarity that has made you so illogical?
