So this is it. The smelly house.
We smelt it before we saw it. The stench of years and years of smokers renting the house permeated the air outside the front door and we braced ourselves for another crappy, disappointing viewing. But our realtor swung open the door and the hands squeezing our nostrils shut suddenly dropped. We were stunned.
You know how they say that when you walk into a house, you just know within seconds if you could live there? Well, Lulu didn’t feel like that. She shouted “I hate it! It stinks!” And retreated to the car. The rest of us wandered through, touching walls, inspecting light fittings and wondering over the wonderful feel of the house.
We had just come from another place that ticked all the boxes. We were keen to put an offer in for so we weren’t that interested in even viewing the smelly house and certainly weren’t expecting to love it.
But love it we did, and within a few short weeks, it was ours.
And that other house, the one we were going to offer on? We are renting it for the 7 months we need to renovate the smelly house. And you know what? I am so glad we didn’t buy it.
The smelly house is the house for us.