The post-completion post that considers why it is so strangely deflating to reach a life goal.
It finally happened. I bought a flat!
I completed my flat purchase a few days ago. This is just a quick post I pulled together in the aftermath and scheduled for my usual Sunday posting as I’ll be busy physically moving in this weekend with my removal team (aka my parents).
The other day, after I was handed the keys the flat, I sat on the floor in the lounge, furniture-less and looking a bit like a squatter, and I felt oddly lost.
I should be delerious with joy…right?
It doesn’t take a great psychoanalyst to interpret why. It was because everything had been leading up to this moment for so long and now I had to find a different goal to work towards. My mindset needs shifting and my spreadsheets need tweaking (although, to be fair, I love working on my spreadsheets).
I hear that people feel very similar the day after their wedding.
I’m guessing this is par for the course
I’m sure what I’m feeling is quite normal. I don’t claim any kind of monopoly on stressful property purchases but this one took over 7 months, despite there being no chain, and I genuinely thought it was falling through almost daily. It’s actually given me fodder for a very substantial post about the pitfalls to be aware of with leasehold properties.
So when it finally happened I’d lost a lot of enthusiasm for the place.
Don’t get me wrong, I am definitely happy about reaching what has been the main goal in my life for about 10 years now. Mostly I’ve just been feeling relieved since the exchange, but I think as I get all of my furniture in place I’ll become excited. Not to mention as the quiet joys of finally living alone sink in.
Looking to the future. What next for my life?
What I need, after I’ve had a bit of time to settle in, is a new goal to work towards. This is quite an exciting thing in itself. There is the ultimate financial independence goal, of course, but I’d like some goals before that.
For those that read my 2019 goals post, you will recall that I was very unsure of what to do after purchasing a property. In particular, with the one bedroom flat I ended up purchasing, I’m torn between saving for a loft conversion (in which case the short time frame means it makes sense to just keep the money in cash) or just get cracking on investing in a stocks and shares ISA and play it by ear as to whether to do the loft conversion.
After all, a lot could happen in the time it would take for me to save the money: I might decide I’m happy with the one bed, I might move out of London, I might decide it’s cheaper and easier to just move. And I’ll have wasted those years of compounding.
By the way, any thoughts and opinions on what you’d do in my situation would be most welcome!
Interested to hear other people’s stories of feeling unexpectedly blank after reaching a major milestone? Anyone wake up that first morning after retirement and not feel the joy you were expecting? Did it come in time?