So with only a few weeks to purchase our new home, every waking moment was spent googling realestate.co.nz and trademe for potential properties. We knew nothing about the suburbs in Hamilton, or the deciles of schools. Every weekend we would truck the kids down to Hamilton for day trips, driving around the addresses of houses we had printed out. For most of them we took just the one look and kept driving. After a day of screwing up print outs we would head home deflated.
Then came our 10 year wedding anniversary. My mother shouted us a night out and offered babysitting. We headed off optimistically, to spend our romantic evening in Hamilton, searching for a property.
Thankfully the search soon came to and end, after exhausting all our options, and we put in a crazy offer on a piece of crap in Pukete.
After a short negotiation, the humble abode was ours! It was final, we were moving to Hamilton!