Monday, 23 September 2013

The Flood

They say it never rains but it pours. Right now it would appear to be fucking monsoon season in my life.

I was just sitting around with my Guillain Barre and thinking, "You know what might be fun? How about we move house in the next couple of months?!"  So we are.

I am of course joking. About the first part at least. One of the shittiest things about renting rather than owning your home is of course the fact that it's never really yours.  And thus, the people to whom it actually does belong can have it back any time they want, and that's the position we find ourselves in right now (and the position we found ourselves in 3 years ago...and 2 years before that...)

Yep, we've moved a lot.  Four times since 2008 to be exact, not including this move we now have to make.  Two of those moves were our choice (moving out of a place we couldn't afford, and then later moving out of a 2 bed place that was too small) but the other occasions have been like this one- we'd like to stay but we can't.

To say I am devastated would be an understatement. We've only been here 16 months, the kids are settled and happy, we've just applied for a primary school place for Toby...To say that it is going to be a logistical nightmare would be even more of an understatement. I struggle to walk, or even dress myself some days. Quite how I am going to pack up our entire belongings into boxes and transport them somewhere else is entirely unclear at this point.

First things first we have to find the somewhere else...

Anyone got a spare house lying around?!

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