When I come home to be asked to sit down, I’ve either got good or bad news coming my way. When I heard this news I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say or think. The news “I’ve made an executive decision that we’re moving” from my mum.
I was stumped. I’ve lived in this house for 7 years and it’s felt like home. Thankfully, they are thinking of moving closer to the main city but not quite centre. They’re thinking long term. The new house is for them until it is their time to go.
Good for them. They are thinking about what’s best for them and going after it.
I’m thankful because it means I don’t have to rush into finding my own place so quick, potentially not being able to afford to. I think in the now it’s the New Year, I’d like to talk to a mortgage broker. See what options we have.
Yes, we’re still working things out and the last few days since I’ve spoken to Dave about my feelings and to B about my wondering mind. I’ve felt better by us and haven’t wondered so much. Good progress?
Since I’ve been told the news about moving. It’s been full steam ahead. Valuers have been to look around. They’ve been stalking properties. Made a plan to what needs sorting in the home before photos are taken. They’ve spoken to the mortgage adviser.
I had another speechless moment when my mum said I’ll need to de-personalise my room. I didn’t know how to take that. I know it’s the moving/viewing process. But the fact I have to de-personalise something was quite a shock. I’m trying to figure out who I am but de-personalising myself. Wow, that is a big thing.
Fingers crossed it’ll only be for a short time. The moving van will be here in no time by the sounds of it. A change I’ll have to get used to. I’ll miss my room.
Watched: Alien: Covenant – 2.5 out of 5.