This summer i fell in love with an old cottage listed online. At that time our summer vacation was almost over and we hade spent 1700 km on a roadtrip all over Sweden. The last stop was in Northern Sweden at my husbands parents house and it was only a few days until we were heading home to regular workdays.
But then I spotted a small cottage with a perfect location in a beautiful place, and since it was close to where we were, it couldn’t hurt to look, right?


We stopped by a day later and the weather was perfect. The small hill were beautiful in the evening sun and the view was amazing with stunning nature around. We were only there a couple of minutes, but I called the estate agent right away, while we were still in the car heading to a beach in the area.

The estate agent told med that the cottage was unavailable and were going to be be signed and sold in a few days. We tried to offer a higher bid, but the seller was not interested and they just wanted to close the deal.


I called the estate agent every day the following week, just to see if the seller might have changed their decision so we could make an offer… but that didn’t happen.

The agent patiently told me that the deal was done and if something would come up he would get in touch. And as I realised it wasn’t going to happen, I grieved the loss of a dream. I thought of the beautiful surroundings, the location that was perfect with all the nature and still close to town. We also loved to have my husband parents and his sisters house close to the cottage so our kids could easily meet the grandparents and cousins. I didn’t stop thinking about it for weeks, and it was all I talked about with my friends and family.


A late night while I was working late I got a text from my sister-in-law, she wrote:

”Isn’t this the cottage you tried to buy this summer?”

Then she posted a link to the listing…

The next day, October 19th, I talked with the agent again. This time I wouldn’t let the cottage go. It felt like it was meant to be.
A week later we drove up to the High Coast to take a first look inside and then sign the papers at the agent’s office. What a happy day!


The old cottage built in the end of the 19th century had been in the same family for over a hundred years. The old lady that sold us the house had been living there since she was a toddler. We had bought a small family estate that had been cared for in generations. An overwhelming feeling.

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