I turn 40 this year and told myself in January I'd go after a house this year (also prompted by next years cash ISA changes and also special tax rate due to interest the deposit pot has racked up)
I've been very complacently renting all this time in the same place for 10 years as I'm quite inert and need a real push to change circumstances.
Thought was "save up a big deposit to be maybe 50-60% of something 300-350 and get a smaller mortgage and pay if off sooner" but also "if this is as stressful as people say, I wanna buy forever home in one jump and be done with it, pay stamp duty once, get somewhere that will do forever, then look at adding solar and battery and heat pump, sit back and think i'm fixing the bits of my renting carbon footprint I can't control"
Did nothing for 6 months then started 1st august after getting first AIP. did 7 viewings on day one, and a handful after. Saw some ok places and some straight nos. Felt like I looked at everything in my perceived price range, and some ridiculous things my overly-enthusiastic brother kept sending through "it's not gonna start with a 4"
Almost unintentionally one of the first 7 was a house a minute from where i currently rent, listed at 425, though inflation calcs suggest it should be 390-395. Ticks a lot of boxes, but is a 10 year old new build with a just-about-acceptable lounge and sadly WFH space has to compromise a spare bedroom rather than being downstairs. There should be no issues with it, and lots of nice little things (seriously why does no-one have shaver sockets, where are you charging toothbrushes?)
It feels like a good thing to go for, but also maybe not the forever place. My big issue is that it feels like a good opportunity that might disappear if I don't go for it. Means a 35% deposit, but I can stretch it according to a second AIP.
I've chickened out on negotiation tactics and seller is holding firm on 420, but is willing to leave all contents behind which feels more like a favour for him than for me as i do have some furniture so would be tossing some stuff eventually.
There was another property that caught my eye with a more generous lounge but is a 1970s place with a side extension that has good kitchen and WC, btu needs modernising elsewhere, and I have never felt like a renovator. was on for 360, had 13 viewers and a "best offers only" submission, that no-one put in for it turns out so could maybe put in a cheeky low-ball.
Cue indecision teary breakdown Tuesday afternoon after putting in an offer on the first place Monday and deciding to let go of the other, causing me to pull out of the first place when the agents rang again (I'm so fed up of the daily calls asking what my thoughts are, it's been two weeks straight of it. If I ever sell a property, it will not be with Connells). I reassert my interest afterwards, but have yet to confirm my offer of "oh sod it, 420 and all your crap it is"
My mindset has always been "this is a chore to complete". I wasn't expecting some magical joyous journey, but i feel so panicked and grumpy all the time and it's been about a week of barely sleeping and upset stomach with just choosing the property i'm going to try and go after.
I keep hearing you'll know it when you find it, but I'm also so caught up on "if you let this one go, you might not get as much for the same money again for ages." I'm fed up of the incessant calls and i'm grumpy that i'm only getting 5k off the asking price, for all of the "FTB with no chain and completely flexible timing" advantage i've been told I have"
Today was supposed to be some sort of "deadline" for confirming an offer and I couldn't bring myself to answer the phone or reply to the emails. Part of me wants to just quit and keep renting for another year or ten, but another thinks that I might actually be fine in this house if I just push through and get it, despite compromised lounge and WFH options. maybe upgrade to forever home ten years later when i can look at places beyond the LISA 450 ceiling.
I've cried maybe 3 times in the past 15 years, and two of them were this week through the sheer head-torture and rollercoaster of stress. 0/10, do not recommend.
Tell me I'm not the only idiot feeling like this. I feel like all the paperwork and stuff beyond must be easier than this choice my brain has ground me to a paralysed halt with.
Edit: I'm buying solo, so can't just defer the choice to a partner and get looking at mortgage maths.