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Evelyn Jones: the Way to my sommardröm was long and bumpy

There in front of the little cottage, with a broker who run out to privately show us the property, we had to teach us the word of that lease and what it means to buy a cottage on the land you do not own. Finally, there was no bergsknalle.

It would take a year before we tried again. Then we packed ourselves and the dog in the car and drove in slush to it like in the picture looked so dreamy, but in reality it was next to a skrotupptag. We followed a tense bidding when the not-so-dreamy cottage steps from one-half to upwards of a million. Somewhere here we began to feel that the idea of a completely private cottage, perhaps, would continue to be just a dream.

weeks later, nearly three hours south to Motalatrakten. It also had about one hundred other persons - pensioners, families with children, young couples and hundvallande Volvoförare, done. We read the survey records that for us as well been in chinese, and hummed over stoves and kattvindar at the same time as the price once again ticked up against the twin. And so it continued.

So when dubbeltorpet two hours from the town appeared on the bostadssajten we went there without great expectations. But suddenly, we were standing in a clearing and began to quickly look hateful at the few other people who ventured deep into the forests. ”This is ours”, whispered we are to each other.

we are the only la bid on the houses during the great a few tv channels included - which of course led us to wonder what it was the other speaking, while we turned to the where emojin with hearts instead of eyes. With trembling hands, we signed the contract a day before the midsummer, and since then, almost every weekend spent with showering from a hose in the courtyard, and see how bad åtgånget the ceiling really is.

I still wake up in a panic sometimes that a tree may have fallen over the houses (it has happened) or that a storm brought down our power lines (this has also happened). And when we go up on the entrance, I get my heart in my mouth over about the plot been shattered by the wild boar (it has happened) or if our new residents husmus should have bitten broken our pastaförpackningar (he has done every time).

yet have I, my sister, and the story is now our very own house. And a nytänd dream of some goats in the 100-year-old barn, and to one day be able to grow all our food in our own garden.

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