I started house hunting at a gentle pace late last year and more frantically this spring as by then there was ample evidence that a moribund for several years Dublin housing market had sprung Lazarus-like back to life and I started to worry that I was about to be priced out of it.
House hunting is all-consuming and is definitely not rock and roll. Particularly in a market, such as the current Dublin one, where there is a dearth of supply and a flotilla of buyers. That makes it fertile ground for the money munching monster ‘a bidding war’ to graze and gobble. I lost out on several properties before I found my new home.
Last Thursday morning I moved out of the apartment, in a small town that’s about an hour’s drive from the centre of Dublin, where I have lived for almost a decade. It’s a place that never really, for a myriad of different reasons, and despite it being lovely, ever felt quite like home. I came there feeling bruised and fragile when my marriage ended. So, what took me totally by surprise on Wednesday evening, my last night in the apartment, was the overwhelming sadness I felt about leaving it. As I looked around the place, the walls denuded of pictures, the bookcases stripped bare and some of furniture huddled into one corner, I realized that actually it had very much been home: a safe haven during the years when I learnt how to paddle my own canoe. I am glad I got a chance to re-evaluate it: life is full of surprises and feelings and emotions are as unfathomable as the sea.
The apartment doesn’t feel like mine anymore although legal it still is. I would have loved a clean break but I and my fellow owners in the small apartment block have just sorted out, after years of legal correspondence, a fault in the deed of transfer of the common and areas to the management company. And now that we have control of said management company we start the task of putting it in order and building a sinking fund and until that’s done none of our apartments are likely saleable.
I am still busy out, unpacking in my new house and getting my old place ready to rent out. I love my new home. It’s possibly one of South Dublin’s smallest houses and the garden is truly postage stamp size but to me it’s ablolutely the tops and I am hugely grateful.