In 2015, our landlord decided to sell the house we were living in. This made us reconsider where we lived and we decided, for the sake of our respective commutes, to move halfway between both our jobs to a small town in South Wales. Our tenancy agreement was running out in two months so we had little time to house hunt and a limited number of properties available. After a handful of house viewings we were set in one specific area as it would just be more practical and, lo and behold, this house appeared on the market. I didn’t fall for it immediately, but it ticked all the boxes and it had no chain (it did have a walk-in wardrobe though), so we put in an offer and it was accepted.
And so the journey began!
The house in itself was fine. Just fine. Nothing wrong with it, perfectly liveable. But we were never going to leave it as it was. Dated blue kitchen with fake cupboards? Terracotta walls? Old beige carpets? We had to do something about it!
Over the last year we have been renovating, one weekend project at a time. This blog is the journal of our first renovation project and what we learnt along the way.
