Things progressed. Instead of him travelling all the time. He moved in with me in my parents house. He also transferred to a closer police station. His commute to work was now just 20 minutes.
While this was working out just fine.. I was working, he was working.. we were paying keep at my parents house. We wanted our own space. We decided to look for somewhere for us to live. He didn’t want to rent. My Dad had always said to me, renting was dead money. So we went to see a mortgage adviser to see where we stood.
This was all new territory for us. Me especially. I was 20. But I was excited. He was excited.
We had good jobs. Him a police officer, me a youth worker. Yes his salary was significantly more than mine, but I could still have a mortgage alongside him.
We started looking at houses.
We viewed a couple. One in particular really took our fancy. We put an offer in.
IT WAS ACCEPTED! ALL SYSTEMS GO!
Everything was going great, we were so excited. We bought furniture, sofas, beds etc… then on the day we were due to sign, the buyer pulled out. We lost a lot of money 😞
We were devastated.
Was this a sign?
Should I have taken this as a sign? Who knows 🤷🏼♀️
The search started all over again.
Then came the house. The house we called home. Our lovely little two up two down. I loved it ! It was everything I could have wished for. My own home, at the age of 20, with the most amazing, perfect boyfriend!
What more could I have asked for .. I was happy. Beyond happy.
I turned 21 at the end of the year… a beautiful surprise awaited me.
Tickets to the Maldives. All inclusive for 7 days.
Oh my god! I couldn’t believe it.
Spain was the furthest I’d been. This blew my mind. That wasn’t all. There was another surprise. A
Tiny little box. Sat there all alone.
I opened it.
Looked at him.
When the words came out of his mouth, I froze. These things don’t happen to me.
He said them again…
Will you marry me?
Yes, yes, a million times yes!
I was 21.
A house, an amazing holiday planned and a wedding to plan!
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