While we have been in the Netherlands during the Easter-weekend,
signing for our new house on good Friday, we had 4 visits from people in our
house in France.
Leaving the house in the best shape and as clean as we could we hoped for the
Saturday the news came that one of the couple wanted to come
back on Wednesday afternoon. So on Tuesday the preparations started again.
Tidying, cleaning, laundry packed away.
Wednesday at midday the kitchen started to smell fresh and homely again having
put a cake in the oven. Although we were kind of disappointed by the fact that
the husband wasn’t able to come with the rest of the family due to the strikes,
we hoped for the best.
It only has been 5 days since we viewed the house in
Thursday evening, we checked into a bed and breakfast down the road into a similar
house we were going to view the next day.
Somehow it was somewhat disappointing. Not familiar with the Indian smells in
the house, not familiar with the less then homely decorations, it all just felt
a bit like renting a room. But nonetheless, we had a place to stay, a bed to
sleep in, a roof above our heads.
Terwijl de wind
om het huisje heen suist komt de tekst die ik weken geleden kreeg weer in mijn
hoofd naar boven. Exodus 14: 14. Ik ben niet goed in onthouden van teksten
zonder muziek. Maar het is iets in de trant van De Heer zal voor je strijden. Jij hoeft alleen maar stil te zijn.
Er zijn vijf weken voorbijgegaan sinds we hebben besloten terug naar Nederland
te verhuizen. Tientallen keren in deze veertien jaar heb ik gehoopt dat deze
beslissing zou vallen. Ik had gedacht dat ik springend door het huis zou lopen.
Maar de realiteit is dat ik me verlamd voel. Verlamd van angst. Overweldigd
door de grote van de beslissing.
For some reason my phone rings. Much to the annoyance of my
family I hardly ever have my sound on. Messaging me is much quicker then phoning.
But for some reason, now that we are on our way to the Netherlands, my phone
Checking the seloger website I saw that our house came
online this morning.
While the emotions of the decision to move are all over the
place we are pushed in other decisions that we have to make following this huge
We need to make a decision about an estate agent. As we’ve
never sold a house before in France, and as we bought the house we are
currently living in in 48 hours without any negation process, we don’t have a
lot of experience with agents in general.