Initial months were fine and we were going along really well. That’s the lovey dovey stage of all the relationships (if you know what I mean). I almost fell in love with it and just when I thought my decision was perfect, reality stuck me hard. It was almost like dating someone you don’t know. At first I thought it would be fine in some time and just like any other relationship I wanted to give it another chance too. But again, just like some relations don’t deserve another chance, so did this one. Harsh? Welcome to the real world. Now you may wonder why things didn’t work out between us and what made me search for a new one. Right? It wasn’t exactly his fault but it was time to move on. All I could say (finally) was: It’s not me, it’s you. 😉
I had seen this particular house long ago in a certain app but each time I would skip it conveniently as the house didn’t look quite appealing. You know how they say first impression is the last one. In layman’s words it didn’t appeal to me at all. Plain and simple.
I still had time but the only problem was I had already told the owner that I would be vacating this month because at that point of time I seemed to have had found the perfect house for me though it kept giving me strange vibes.
With just one week left to vacate, I knew I was in a scoop because the whole house hunting had left me with no choice (and energy) but to vacate the previous house. In what turned out to be my frantic effort I went out to look for the house that had left no impression on me whatsoever. To my surprise and delight(Oh so much relief) the pictures seemed to have done total injustice to the place.
Sometimes the pictures aren’t telling you the truth until you go and see it with your own eyes.
The house that I planned to stay on rent kept giving me strange vibes. Though I loved the interior and loved the view from the balcony, something or the other kept coming as a hurdle. Maybe I was thinking too much but the last straw was the day before when I decided to finalise the house and call the owner in the evening (who I had a talk with in the morning). This time someone else picked up and informed the owner had just passed away and that it wasn’t the right time to discuss about it. I had goosebumps and wasn’t sure anymore if I wanted the house.