I’m not really sure where to start here. I think everything I need to say might be way more than one post. But here goes. I promise to try and keep it short and sweet.
The last two months have been insane. Everything happened at once and it’s been overwhelming. First, it was happy stuff. I found out that after two years of desperately looking for a house, we not only found one we loved and could afford, but we got our application accepted. The money I’ve been squirreling away like crazy was sat waiting to pay all the holding fees and desposits and what not and we moved at the end of last month. This is ridiculously good news. Our old house was falling to pieces and the landlord couldn’t have cared less. Throw in some of the worst neighbours you can imagine and we were desperate. Our new house is perfect. It’s on a nicer, quieter street. It’s closer to the kid’s best friends from school and we all already feel at home.
Also, in September, the boyfriend and I took a mini break to Berlin which was in itself, amazing and made all the better for our getting engaged. Yes, little commitment-phobe me: engaged. It was unexpected but lovely and so exciting in a way that last time wasn’t. I’m learning to embrace the second marriage thing and we’ve even found a minister/vicar to marry us! Yay!
So happy was I in my little bubble of newly engaged, new house happiness that when everything turned sour, it hit me like a brick. I lost my job. It was expected, but still not very nice. I loved it and really didn’t want to leave. Now, I’ve worked from the age of 13 with only the odd week here or there of not working. I had hoped to have secured something new before I left, but that never really works out. So, I had to fall back on benefits which made me feel crappy enough. Then, the job centre decided that because I study Open University I wasn’t elligible. Only I am and was. I argued and wrote letters asking them to reconsider. I was worried as to where money would come from and convinced I would have to quit my degree. Luckily, its all sorted now. I was right. (Surprise, surprise.)
Add a significant health scare (I will blog about this seperately. It’s too big to squeeze into this post and I’m not quite ready to relive it) and I have spent the last couple of weeks as a complete nervous wreck. I’ve barely slept. I’ve not been able to concentrate. I’ve not really done anything except flit from one thing to another, half heartedly.
Today, I’m feeling much better. My health scare has turned out to be just that, a scare. Money is finally sorted. I am waiting to hear back from a couple of job interviews. I’ve taken the first giant step in setting up my own copywriting company. It’s something that has been on my mind for a long time, but I’ve finally bitten the bullet and am going to take this seriously.
Phew. I’m so glad that its half term this week and all I have to worry about is Halloween parties, baking and cinema trips.