We’re on a house hunt. A very slow and relaxed one. But today was a turning point. Yesterday we finally decided for number 13. We were on cloud nine about this decision. I even convinced B to give me that squeaky white floor.
But. Since today there’s another party of interest, a pain in my ass so to say. And hearing that made my stress hormones increase. Not very charming. But the good thing is, i now know I really want that house. Something with happy vibes, universe, right back at ya blabla. I actually believe this kind of stuff. 13