Kiki’s Spain Writings: ‘Is it really that difficult to find our dream house?’

‘We are going to find a house that is even MORE BEAUTIFUL than we can currently imagine, really!’ I have been shouting this for months to family, friends, and especially very loudly to myself. If you truly believe in something, it might just become the reality you attract.
You can *learn* something about *manifesting*. Or something.
And yet, it just wasn’t really progressing with the project: We Are Looking for Our Dream House. It’s really bold to make the move to emigrate to Spain, but it shouldn’t be this difficult, right? Is it really that hard to acquire a casa to our liking? Or are we just way too critical?
Various potentials have passed by in recent months, but honestly: none of them were quite right.
And yes, maybe we could have prepared better. First, we need to figure out how Spain as a country works and which region within the Costa Blanca appeals to us the most. What if we had done more research before putting our house in the Netherlands up for sale, having the moving truck come, and saying ‘hey ho, let’s go’?.
That could have all happened. I always follow my heart with big decisions, not my head. The heart can sometimes indicate a route, while the head doesn’t understand it at all and finds it completely impractical. The head wants certainty first before that Big Jump. And hey, that’s okay.
To give you a quick overview of the process so far: we have spent quite a few hours searching on Idealista (the Spanish Funda), countless seeds have been planted with every new person we meet, and we have had dozens of viewings.
The first ones were in the Mutxamel area, where mi madre lives. To summarize several houses briefly: there was no real love in any of them, and the vibe didn’t feel right because of that. Soon we felt the urge to head more towards Costa Blanca-North. An hour further, where my retreat location is as well. That feels more like our region anyway. Moraira, Javea, Benissa, Jalón, Llíber, that would become the new search area.
There was a beautiful (rental) house in Benissa, but the owner turned out to be a huge creep. A mega-lovely arty house in Jálon, but it was just too small. A top house in Moraira, but with all those round shapes and steps, totally not practical for Sanders' barbecue business. And so the search continued. Then it was nice, but always damp and actually too small for visitors. Or it was beautiful, but above budget and still without a pool. Or super practical and met all the requirements, but just not really pretty.
In short: for a few months now, I know what a NEEDLE in a HAYSTACK means. We have learned so much in this interim phase; I wouldn’t have wanted to miss that either. And well, how it all ends with the house project? Stay tuned, in the coming weeks.
Everything has been set in motion...



