If you follow me over on Instagram then you’ll know that over the last couple of days, Pedro and I moved in together. This has been the hardest thing ever to keep to myself because we’ve been waiting for so long, I’ve been bursting with excitement to share it and scream it from the rooftops, but it finally happened. After nearly two years of being long distance and having back-and-forth visitations to Portugal, we’re finally together!
We decided to move in together last year, it was around the start of the year and we had been speaking about his move for a while, I felt like because of the amount of time that would pass, going into a house share or renting on his own wasn’t ideal, and actually, it would be more difficult for him. So after a few days of trying to convince myself to ask the question, typing out the message a million times only to delete it, getting myself all nervous and anxious, I finally asked and obviously: he agreed!
Since then I’ve been buying bits and pieces for our home, I’ve been living with my entire kitchen under my bed boxed up for around a year and I’ve been facing my toaster every day when I go in my wardrobe, only dreaming of finally being able to use it. As life goes though, which is rarely to plan, we’ve had a lot of setbacks, he was involved in a car accident last February which meant he broke and shattered his knee, he couldn’t walk unaided for a while and had to go to physiotherapy. This was the biggest setback we had because it meant that until he was able to walk and all of the legal bits were sorted, he couldn’t move. So we’ve actually been delayed by exactly a year.
I spent a lot of time stressing out and worrying about his move with political issues such as Brexit quickly approaching and also the fact that the longer he took, the less likely we were to get the places we wanted. We’ve seen a few flats we really loved and could see ourselves in but we could never take action on getting them because of the waiting around, but after my visit to Portugal in August, I found myself on a popular housing website looking at flats once again, I saw two that I liked. One was an old post office which had been renovated into being a flat, it’s been like that for a few years now but because of the cost and the location, I liked it enough to request a viewing, but then I saw the flat that we’ve actually gone with, and I loved it a lot more and requested a viewing on that one too.
I never got the viewing for the post office renovate because I was contacted about our flat first, I got the viewing scheduled for the next day at around lunchtime and asked my mum to come along with me because obviously, Pedro couldn’t, and I didn’t want to be on my own. She and my little sister decided to come and help me look, as soon as I stepped foot inside I just knew this was the one. It’s perfect in every way and it’s got everything and more that we wanted.
I was sending videos and photos to Pedro via Whatsapp to get his opinion, but I do feel like when looking at the videos, you can’t really tell how great it is until you’re stood in the flat. I asked him for his opinion because the property was looking like it was going to be popular and someone was going to snap it up in an instant and I had to make an on the spot decision if we were going to go with it or not. I told him about how we were never going to find something this perfect again any time soon, and that we need to get the ball rolling properly. He told me he liked the flat and that if I felt like it was the one, then it probably was. I paid the holding fee there and then and waited further instructions from the estate agent.
Everything seemed to happen so fast, my credit check was approved the same afternoon my employer gave a reference, the tenancy agreement was sent to me a couple of hours later and it was signed the following day, all that was left to do was wait for the move in day so we could collect the keys. She had decided it for me the day I paid to hold it, the day was going to be September 30th. She told me that we could move in a bit sooner if we wanted to, but to give Pedro some time to book a flight and also obtain everything he needed to get, I told her we were okay to wait until September 30th as planned.
I then started the process of pre-ordering our furniture, buying cleaning supplies and getting genuinely, excited. Everybody who I told were in my small circle and all seemed so happy for me, not just because I was moving out but because of the fact that after all of this time, Pedro and I were going to close the distance. I’ve spent the best part of a year and ten months talking about our long distance relationship, sharing snapshots of Lisbon and travelling so often that it felt never ending.
I’m so happy to finally have somewhere to call our home, so happy to finally see the distance doesn’t exist anymore and so happy that it’s all over now and we’re just… in a relationship!
I’ll probably do some homeware content as time goes on, I won’t rule it out because I am excited, but whilst we’re sorting things out and getting ourselves a bit more organised in the flat I only have a few bits and pieces to share for now!
This is such a pinch-me moment in life, it’s all feeling very surreal.