“Yippee!” Someone has accepted my offer on their house.
“F@@k!” Someone has accepted my offer on their house.
Ever since receiving the offer on
my own home just a couple of weeks ago I have been searching Central Bristol
for somewhere to live. Central Bristol
is now so vibrant. Great bars,
restaurants, plenty of history, shopping etc.
Bristol is even the Green Capital of Europe 2015 (not sure how it won
that but anyway). The whole Harbourside has
been transformed from the derelict dockyard that it was when I was in my
teens. There are plenty of new housing
developments being erected all the time with some stunning views. The plan was always to move into an apartment
on the Bristol Harbourside overlooking the River Avon and the historical dock, especially
Brunel’s SS Great Britain. However, as the
search progressed I was lured further up Park St to Clifton a very beautiful
part of Bristol.
Last week I made an offer for a
beautiful Georgian garden apartment in Clifton situated very close to
Whiteladies Road and Park St. As there
was another offer made we both had to submit a Best and Final Offer (BAFO –
many of my former colleagues will see the irony) on Friday along with a
personal profile of myself. Without A
Paddle featured heavily in my proposal.
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| Joe's Award Ceremony at the Wills Memorial Building, Park St |
Rather than trying to second guess
the other’s BAFO I decided to submit my best price for the property. The apartment just suited me in so many ways
that I didn’t want to lose it. My all
ethos is to never die wondering what might have happened if only… Anyhow I’m not the greatest poker player –
snap is more my game - and I wasn’t going to try to be now. My theory is that as long as you know you’ve done
everything possible and someone else outbids you then so be it. You cannot control what others might or might
not do. The obvious risk is that you outbid the others by quite a long
way. I guess that’s life!
I satisfied myself that I could
have done no more and waited for the call on Monday. When I finally received the call and was told
that my “offer was accepted by the seller” I just fell apart emotionally. In fact I had to ask the agent to repeat what
she had just said as I wasn’t sure what I had heard. I could barely speak, tears were running down
my face.
“Congratulations Mr Watson”
“Oh sh@t! Sorry!
Yes thanks” was my best response at the time
I was just in total shock. All of sudden everything became real. Since starting our long bumpy journey over two
years ago we are finally approaching the biggest junction so far. Moving out of our family home to an apartment
in Clifton is a massive turning point in our lives. Oh my god!
I don’t know if the outpouring was just relief that the buying and
selling process is coming to an end or the fact that I will be leaving our
family home. Probably the combination of
both.
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| Clifton Suspension Bridge |
Quite frankly I am really looking
forward to moving. It’s another big step
to a new existence and I couldn’t be living in a better place – for now! Living
in Clifton will be a totally different experience and I am determined to
embrace the change. The stand out
feature of the apartment was the fact it had a nice size garden. To me and the kids the garden allows us to
have barbeques and drinks with family and friends in the same tradition as
always. That will be very reassuring to
me. In fact now that I will be living so centrally
will make me one of the most popular people in Bristol.
