As some may remember, last year I decided to start looking for an apartment. After several viewings, however, my inspiration faded, and I put my house hunt on ice.
I'm not sure if it's because of my summer holiday or something else, but during the last month my motivation for finding a place of my own has to some extent returned.
Until recently I've mostly focused on flats in the central area of Oslo. I guess I'm basically a rather urban kind of guy, preferring asphalt under my feet.
Lately I've changed my strategy a bit, though. On the tram on the way to work I daily pass nice and green areas in the more suburban parts of the town. Charming houses with gardens and flagpoles.
Consequently, I recently went to this year's first viewing. The place was idyllically situated between a lake and the Oslo woods, but still with enough asphalt to make the urbanist happy. Besides, I liked the flat itself - an "exclusive and attractive apartment with a balcony facing west".
To be honest, I hate looking for a flat. Viewings, bidding rounds etc. I actually just want to get it over with. But as a flat searcher you obviously either 1) sit on the fence forever, or 2) settle quickly and make a bid.
Until now I've stuck to the former strategy - with no results so far. Consequently, this time I took heart and made the first bid of my life! I may have swallowed heavily and wiped off a bead of sweat from my forehead. But I did it!
The next day hell broke loose, with phone calls from the estate agent with continual counterbids every second minute. The other guy kept adding a few thousand every time, until my wallet was scraped. If that's how it's gonna be, then screw it all!
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