Moving to France
Episode 5: "I guess this is the one."
The last estate agent has just left, and I thought I would fill you in on how it went. First of all, I am glad that part (the visiting and scrutinizing of our house) is behind us. Although perhaps it’s only the beginning, since we’re hoping to have lots of interested people wanting to book a viewing. Anyhow, I think the house selling part is starting to finally happen. A good two years after we had this crazy idea to turn our world upside down and chase our dreams.
From the moment the agent walked in this morning, I had a good feeling. Firm handshake, big smile, dog friendly (I have a dachshund who loves people a little too much) and a positive, open attitude. Not that those are the determining factors, but I really think there has to be some kind of click, a connection and a good feeling that tells you all will be well. Yes, our bathroom and kitchen are “old-fashioned” – or “dated,” whatever you want to call it. Yes, we have a rather “untraditional” garden for Dutch standards (huge hydrangeas instead of sterile white tiles). And yes, the wooden floors could do with some polish (though I happen to like that worn-out look). It’s all a matter of taste, of course, and yet everyone who has ever set foot in this house has immediately felt at ease. They say houses have souls, and ours is no exception. Our house’s soul is French.
But back to this morning’s visit, after we thanked the agent and he left, Hans turned to me and said “I guess this is the one.”