The highs and lows of moving house

Almost exactly a year ago we decided to make a move to Shropshire and be closer to the family, both old and young.Life in Cornwall has been wonderful, we have enjoyed its climate, the wonderful scenery, and will leave behind many dear friends and favourite places but we know that we are missing out on precious time spent with the grandchildren and I would like to be closer to my father who turns 93 in April. So simple we thought, we have a lovely Cornish cottage which sits in a small hamlet within easy reach of Dartmoor, the North Cornish coast and with excellent access to the main route out of Cornwall to join the M5.

Not so….. we began by having the misfortune to put the property on the market just before the Brexit uncertainty began to take a hold so things were very slow to start but in the autumn viewings increased to a steady flow . You may think that this would be the time when we would have begun to relax and feel reassured that we were reaching the point when someone would buy but people have left us staggering under the lunacy of comments we have received. Our home , like most these days, is prominently advertised on Rightmove where it clearly states that it is in a small hamlet, some 3 miles out of the nearest town, Launceston. It also states that we have a small cottage style garden and off road parking for 2 cars. We have been viewed by people looking to park 4 cars or a 2 cars and a motor home! We have repeatedly been told that our home is delightful but that they (the viewers) were looking for a much more land. So why visit? The best ones have been those asking where the pub is – 2 miles away, why we don’t have street lights- because its rural and the night skies more than compensate, why are there no shops -because you’re in the country and it’s a small hamlet although we do have a daily newspaper, milk and bread delivery.


For an avid reader, I find it truly mind blowing that so many people must look on line and see only what they want to see, not the truth which in our case is laid out quite carefully and so end up wasting their time and ours, to say nothing of the constant swing between hope and despair as each person finds the thought of a life without the bombardment of 21st century amenities too scary a prospect. It’s ironic that the very things which we will miss the most, and are in fact hoping to replicate in our next home, are those qualities of tranquility, community and being surrounded by nature which seem to deter those looking to relocate in Cornwall.

Finally in Decmember last year we had an offer which we accepted and hurriedly set out to view properties for ourselves. Having done exhaustive research we lined up our preferred houses and booked the visits. At this point e were flying high on a mix of excitement, relief and anticipation. On day 3 we found ‘the house’. perfect location, lovely home in a picturesque village and within minutes of us making our offer, our buyer changed her mind pulling out of the sale so leaving us back up in the air. In the space of 2 hours we had experienced every emotion imaginable from elation to utter disappointment. Needless to say the pendulum has slowly returned to the mid point and we have endured a long wet January with little sign of movement on the buying and selling scene and we now have no option other than to hope that Spring will be a resurgence of interest and someone will fall in love with the house.

And the house we found? Has of course sold to someone else so there is nothing to do but hold on the belief that it wasn’t meant for us and that our future home is still to materialise.



2 thoughts on “The highs and lows of moving house”

  1. Oh, I am so sorry! The process of buying and selling a home can be so painful, made all the worse for the reasons you described: people not bothering to read the home’s description before they show up to view it, people changing their minds at the last minute, etc. Stay strong…the right buyer and the right new house will show up eventually!


    1. Thanks for your empathy. In the rational half of my brain I know that all you say is quite right, however the emotional five year old within feels the need to stamp her feet and scream, “It’s not fair”….and sometimes I’m sorry to say she wins!


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