Oh you guys.... :(
A house has broken my heart.
My friends and I have been looking for a place to live come September.
We found the PERFECT house on Tuesday and organized a second viewing for the next day. However, I got a phone call at half 9 Wednesday morning saying the house had gone and some dickheads had already put down a deposit.
I'm so upset...I keep on daydreaming about what we could have done to the massive garden and the two lounges.
Being this upset over a house can't be normal right...? How do I get over it? All other houses in east London are awful in comparison.
Someone help me, please.