The seller is selling you a treasure throve of memories; they are selling you their home.
Once you buy it; there is a myriad of humans with different points of view on your life choices, but in Bulgaria to be on the safe side we stick with negativsm and cynicism.
So each “do gooder” and “well wisher” takes no time to tell you how stupid you are – this is the worst life choise you could have made. You have bought a deplorable ruin that would become a money pit. And could you have picked a worse view / access / location?
Now as a woman and a disabled person i have learned to take people’s wisdom with open heart and eyes, but primarily with a pinch of salt.
I have heard them all. And to be honest I did hear them repeatedly.
But mostly calmly, sometimes impatiently I managed to focus on what was ahead of us with the joy of anyone who has been given the chance to fix something, to open up opportunities, to get into the adventure of meeting new friends and creating a better place from the spot you have just become a keeper of.
So instead of dealing with others bullshit we decided to deal with our shit – we started with making space to see where to put the septic tank.
After rigorous conversation with family members who have been down the route of renovating an old house and getting opinions from people, albeit not all of them solicited it came down to the following: you need to clean up the space to see what can be put where…
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