A year or so later, the owner decided to sell. We were gutted, we loved the home we created there, but such is the life of renters. So we boxed up our stuff, put it in storage while we went away (the end of our tenancy coincided nicely with a month or so of travel), and we figured we’d find our next flat when we got back.
While praying for a new place, we found ourselves essentially praying for our old flat. Needless to say, before we found somewhere else our landlord (who we had stayed in touch with) shared that she had decided to not sell and was putting the place back on the rental market… naturally we moved right back in.