Bane!

Since posting a last, a lot of things have happened and changed. As ever, the “housemate situation” is ridiculous… The Saga indeed, continues, however it is all change since the last time I wrote about it.

I last updated to say that Flatmate had decided she was moving back to Spain. I decided that I needed to regain some control and stop letting other people make decisions for me. So… I took it upon myself to find someone to replace her. And I did! But… she won’t be moving in.

I currently live with Flatmate and PossiblyAutistic Flatmate. The latter being a total randomer who Flatmate found on the internet. She is nice enough, but doesn’t like eye-contact, leaves crumbs everywhere and is, in essence, a total stranger. Flatmate chose her because she “seemed reliable” as she had the view that she’d be a temporary fixture – Flatmate would be off to Spain and I had decided to “regain control” elsewhere.

On deciding to regain control, I looked for a one-bedroom flat for just me to live in happily on my own. I simply couldn’t afford anywhere other than a bedsit in Hell Town. Well, I could possibly afford it, but I couldn’t justify shelling out so much money for so little. I then set about searching to replace Flatmate (she was due to move to Spain in early February) and I had around 10 twenty-something year old girls come to view the room. We liked two of them but, after some umming and ahhhing and discussions about Harry Potter, we decided to call one back and ask her to live with us.

I was happy and content that, even though I’d be living with two strangers, at least one of them had been hand-picked by me.

At the same time, The Boy and I have decided to look to buy a one-bedroom flat in South East London. Yeah, boom. Although, hold those horses, I’m happy to tell you we won’t be getting a joint mortgage and we won’t really be living together (as his job will mean he’s in Hereford from Monday to Friday). I will simply be paying him rent and he will simply be buying a flat for me to live in (winner!). We are still blissfully together but not taking our relationship to any dizzying heights just yet!

However, to throw a spanner into the works… Flatmate has decided she’s staying.

And to throw a screwdriver into the works… The Boy decided to put in an offer for a flat last week, despite me having 6 months left on my contract for this flat (as of February 12th).

With one thing and another, this caused a huge row between The Boy and I. We have never argued like that before and I found myself walking the freezing cold streets, in tears, on the phone to my big sister. All is ok now, with some reassurances about why we’re looking to buy a flat…

House-buying and flat-renting is the bane of my life. Apparently that is why we are looking for buy a flat. And because he loves me. Ahhhhh.

Bee Busy

The only blogging and tweeting I now have time for is work-related…

I can’t work out whether it’s and awful thing; I miss reading and being read, I miss writing and clearing my head. And it is awful to think that I’ve lost a part of my life and let it be swallowed up by work.

On the other hand, maybe I simply don’t need to sit and pour my thoughts out any more? Maybe that catharsis has been replaced by The Boy?

There are still things I sometimes feel I need to write about, and I actively tell myself I should drag out the laptop and get typing… But I never get around to it.

This week has been monstrous. I needed some second opinions and shoulders to cry on. It was about The Boy so I couldn’t turn to him. It was something is usually turn to my blog for… But I didn’t.

Now The Boy and I spend so much time together there isn’t the opportunity or space to lock myself away with my laptop. Instead, I ran out into the freezing night and sat on a park bench to call my sister. Maybe I need to make time to write again.

I definitely need to make time to read!