My First Apartment: Sold!

About five months ago, I realised the property I’d first bought all those years earlier was well worth selling.There was no reason not to let go, really, life had changed dramatically for me in the last five years, having since been married and buying our place in the inner north of  Melbourne, my little flat was costing me quite a bit in rates and repairs. It was old and it had kept me happy for quite a while, but it was definitely time to let it go.

It’s a great area, the apartment is lovely, based in Windsor and the complex is surrounded by trees. There was plenty for the agent to use in terms of advertising a great apartment, so I felt like it would be an easy enough process. That was until I reminded myself about the further details about how to manage the auction, and what else needed to be done to secure the sale,  the really technical stuff that requires loads of attention, like property conveyancing. Melbourne is one of those cities where you can get distracted easily.

I’d forgotten about how stressed I’d felt when I initially purchased the place. I had been venting to a friend and she was quick to recommend a conveyancer. Melbourne residents tend to talk when the talk is good, and my friend’s advice was exactly what I needed to hear.

I got into contact with the same conveyancer in Melbourne my friend told me about, and instantly I could tell that she was the professional support I needed.  was actually amazing- and I knew that once the really stressy part was over and the flat was sold,  I’d be able to relax during the property transfer process. She had loads of experience in property conveyancing and made me feel completely at ease. On the day of the auction, I knew apartments selling in the area hadn’t reached the seller’s expectations I was bursting at the seams when my dear old flat sold for 10k over the reserve, sold to a first time home buyer, a nurse, who reminded me quite a lot of myself.

Add Picking a Home to the List

So the girlfriend dragged me along to this carnival, which I have to say is pretty boring. The most interesting thing that happened- and I use the term pretty lightly- was when I went to see a fortune teller. Or…’fortune teller’. It was pretty theatrical, or whatever, so it wasn’t totally boring. Still, the most specific she could get was that ‘something is coming in your future! Something BIG!’

Well, yeah. We’re moving house soon, which we for some reason chose to do before the wedding. Not my idea. I mean, we’ve got one of Melbourne’s best property advocates helping us out with the search, but it’s still one extra thing to think about. Even if you get a buyers agent it’s not, like…nothing. I’m just waiting for the girlfriend to come to me one day and say ‘by the way I’m pregnant, or whatever’, and it’ll be the perfect storm. But that’s…unlikely. SO unlikely. I’m just not going to think about that. I already have like sixteen house options to go through, either because these people are too good at their jobs or because we didn’t give them enough search parameters. Well, I didn’t…she had a lot more to say that I did. I just don’t want our commute to be a nightmare, I want some space to have a family (if we decide to go that route, or whatever), a garden would be nice (although I’m fine with an apartment and…good. Just a good house. I’m not huge on DIY, so a functional place would be nice. Whereas the girlfriend had a list of demands that sounded way too long at the time. Looking at the list of places that we’ve got, I really don’t think it was. It’s our first time with a property advocate. Melbourne just has too many appropriate places for sale, I guess, so that’s one more list of stuff to go through and whittle down. Uh, why did we go to the carnival again? There’s way too much to do.