I moved house today. All in all I think I can chalk the experience up as "not good"... that being somewhat of an understatement. I've left a house I love, where I can see my DH almost every night (well when he's in the UK at any rate), where the windows are double glazed, the central heating can be relied upon. I'm now sitting in a house where I'll see my DH at weekends if I'm lucky, where I can already feel the cold whistling round the sash windows and almost everything that could go wrong with the move has done. My fridge is 5mm to tall to fit in the only space it can, the washing machine is 1mm too wide for its space, it turns out our solid pine wardrobes don't fit up the crazy-assed staircase as it has a quarter turn in it and I'm wondering what the hell I've done. I know work is precious at the moment and I'm grateful to have a job, I know living at my old house was unsustainable without me getting work nearby and I know this is a great opportunity for me... but tonight I just want to cry.
Oh, Kay, I wish I could give you a hug! You sound so desolate, so miserable, so *cold*!
ReplyDeleteThis is temporary; you will have homes and houses you love again, and it will get better. As will the economy. I hope you slept well, at least, and can do something, soon, to help the new place feel more homely - bake, spin, watch telly, whatever works for you.