I have to admit that I still get a little kick when I realise that I am a homeowner, and I’ve now been living in my little flat with pretty city views for over a year, and that feeling of walking through the front door and seeing my own little bubble unfold before me just doesn’t get old. I love living here, like absolutely love it.
I love being so close to everything that just a ten minutes walk means I’m in the hustle and bustle of the city, or in a complete U-turn, I’m walking by the sea. I love that I can hear the city all around me — the screech of a train as it comes to a halt in the station, the low throb of house music coming from the night clubs, the whirring of traffic around Cardiff — yet I’m in my own peaceful abode with nothing but a book for company. I love getting in after a long day and walking into this fresh, peaceful space. And there’s nothing nicer than a Sunday morning chill on the balcony after a long run around the parks. I feel so incredibly grateful to live here and to have this little space to call home.
Of course, being a homeowner has been a huge learning curve too. I’ve learned that I will always worry about having money to pay the mortgage, and this year particularly was tough as I decided to move into freelance work, and also travelled to New Zealand. While I’m pretty good at saving and am quite realistic when it comes to spending, the fact that buying the property in the first place has left me with very little savings means I’m always slightly nervous.
Then there’s home mishaps, like when I’d been living here for two weeks and found my toilet was leaking. After a minor (okay, massive) meltdown, I found myself calling an emergency plumber and being left with a hefty bill, particularly as I’d called him out on a Sunday.
There’s also getting used to your neighbours and those living around you. A highlight in particular was my mum being sat out on the balcony and screeching as the neighbour above decided to water her plants without having any trays underneath to catch the overflow. The result? A soggy load of freshly dried washing. Oh, and not forgetting the crazy, angry seagulls who nest above the flats. There’s been a few times where I’ve looked out of the window to see people dodging into the buildings as an angry mother seagull dips and dives around their head.
Ultimately, being a homeowner is its own little adventure and I truly love it.
Lots of love. xoxo