With a very soft sort of thump I think I may have come back down to earth after having been in some sort of levitated state after the bidding on the flat closed. For a few brief moments when we get the payment for the flat and before we close the current mortgage I’ll actually be a millionaire. It’s a pity a lot of it technically belongs to the bank. Still, we got 150000 nok (that’s somewhere around 19000 usd, 12000 gbp) more than I had ever dared to hope for, which can’t, in any way, shape or form, be bad.
Juhuuuu!
Ok, so perhaps I’m not quite back down to earth just yet.
Is more than you dared hope for the same as more than you owe the bank for it?
Oh, it’s a LOT more than I owe the bank. Less than we’ll be paying for a new flat in Trondheim, though.
Still, Martin will pay some towards that, too, won’t he. Just another perk of living together ;-)
Yes, obviously. Though I’ve already stopped thinking about “his money” or “my money”, it’s basically “our money” now, so it doesn’t really make a difference (except, of course, “we” have more money than “he” and “I” had relative to the expenses – living alone is bloody expensive…)
is just what I meant. How’s the house hunt going? (Gosh, nearly spelled that “house the house hunt going”)