Whilst sitting in a conference in Melbourne, Boo calls and I slip out to pick up the call.
"I hope you don't mind, but I made an offer on the Hayward place"
"The what place? What? How much?"
"The triangle place."
*steadies myself* *mental gulp* and I am sure with an uncertain quiver in my voice, " Wow"
"And the vendor's accepted"
"Have you talked to your parents? Are they backing this?"
"Yes. They told me to make the offer"
"Oh..."
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And then after exchanging contracts and putting down the 10% deposit, we strode along the busy night streets of Sydney that fateful Friday night and he said, "I said this two years ago when I bought my place and I'll say it again. It doesn't matter what else happens for the rest of this year. It is already a wonderful year!"
Now I know it is a dilapidated cottage and that it isn't anybody's dream home yet... but it is ours, and it is in the suburb where we met and want to live out the rest of our lives in. So we can be like his parents and extend the place later on. I love it more and more the more I think of it. I can't wait to get married out of there!
