A couple of months in and I am still totally delighting in home-ownership (otherwise known as enslavement to the WhichBank).
It means I can do things like this:
This is our haus & I can write on the wall!!
There is a whole lot of somewhat daunting interior work to be done (lo. the hideous colour & cracking of the skirting board), but it is truly marvellous to be in a position to actually do this daunting interior work rather than a constant refrain of “if we owned this place, we could do x“.
And then there is the complete joy of never, ever having to deal with a Real Estate Agent Property Manager ever, ever again. Verily, it makes for the contentment.