Exactly a year ago I saw my present flat for the very first time. I had missed the scheduled viewing but got a special one on another day.
The sun was shining, I was early and went around a bit in the closest surroundings and liked what I saw and liked the atmosphere. I immediately liked the flat (minus the orange wallpaper in the 2 small halls), despite the closeness to the road. Ground floor, possibility to add plants around the outside porch. Overall fresh flat. There was somebody else looking at the flat at the same time as me. Then the bidding started. First we were 3 bidders. Then we were 2. Before the week came to an end I had won the bidding and the flat was mine.
A period of fixing bank loan, writing contracts and all that stuff followed. And then the never ending packing. As I worked full time at the same time, time was scarce. Got the keys by the beginning of October, moved in on November 1st. Painted the walls in the halls and the living room before I moved in. Light grey in the living room, a darker grey in the halls. Got rid of the orange in the hall and the sunny yellow in the living room.
The move came about because I had felt for some time that I really needed a change and also wanted better living conditions, which I couldn’t get at where I then lived. I was so fed up with the unpleasant landlord for my former flat. Absolutely nothing was done to the house or the flats for the 17 years I lived there. The whole area had gradually become more and more run down. Talking with the landlord about things that needed fixing was the same unpleasant struggle every time.
So I started to look for something else. Also realized that if I should be able to get a bank loan I had to do this before I retired and still had an income. Started to go on flat-viewings and for a while even considered moving up north to Umeå (after visiting Umeå for a couple of days in August I gave up that idea – too small, too far north). The whole period used for viewing flats lasted for less than three weeks until I found this flat.
So, things went really fast once I had decided to move flats. It is now a year ago since I first saw this flat.I have not regretted the move at any time. The location became Tumba by chance (though the prices for flats played a role as well – the closer to town, the more expensive).
Didn’t only move flats – also left the municipality I had lived in for the last 35 years, Huddinge, and ended up in Tumba. Haven’t regretted that one bit either.
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