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So, last night I went an viewed my first property. It all happened very quickly in the end. I found the flat (2 beds, first floor, bath and allocated parking - all the things on my wish list) while searching the web on Sunday. Immediately the photos of the interior appealed to me - this wasn’t just a boxy development, but had angles and shapes and.. for want of a better word - character. So, I fired off an email to the agent and then first thing Monday morning, I was speaking to her on the telephone and fixing up the time. I viewed at 6:00 p.m. last night.

The flat was very much as I imagined, only slightly better in reality. It’s has just been completely redecorated and recarpeted (after the previous tenant moved out) and was look fresh and clean. Those neutrals that Anne Maurice loves were in full effect and wandering around the rooms I very quickly began to get a feel for the place. But this was only the first I had seen - crazy to dive in and take it.

However, that’s exactly what I did. I paid the holding deposit first thing this morning. This afternoon I returned all the reference forms and documentary evidence. Now I wait. I hardly dare start to think in terms of “mine” or “my flat” but it’s very difficult not to do so, just because I am so excited about the prospect of finally having my own place - even if it is rented. Of course, I have been very happy here and will be sad to go, but equally I think it is something I have to do. There was always the chance of staying on here and taking over the rental of the full house, but even in the light of a generous offer to do just that, made at lunchtime today, I am confident I have done the right thing. In six months time I may be eating my words, but at least this feels right. Today I went with my gut feeling - not something I have always done in the past and that resulted in having to face the consequences. Let’s hope that this time, I have got it right.