Christ on a bike... my move to TB's city, and indeed to move in with him, has fairly romped on apace.
The original plan was to move in March. I got a bit bored with that. It seemed a sensible decision at the time as I needed a chance to get my flat ready to rent and we needed to find a place to move into. There was also the fact TB's flatmate decided to move in with his girlfriend too and within days of looking for jobs she had one and moved into their flat two weeks ago. I won't lie to you... My nose was a little bit put out of joint and I felt like my thunder had been stolen- just a bit.
So, TB and I decided to bring the move forward to January. After Christmas and the start of a new year.
Then, a friend of a friend was very interested in renting my place- as of the end of December. Sooner than planned but it was only 3 weeks earlier or so. I started to look at flats to rent in his city and found a flat that seemed perfect. 2 bedrooms, a spacious living room, a shared garden and it looks onto a park. The best thing though is that they would let me bring my fluffy boy- the cat could come... And there is a cat flap leading into the stairwell from the main door. Amazing! The catch? The flat was up for grabs now. The landlord wanted someone in immediately. Oh.
It seemed too good to pass up. It would mean we had to get our backsides in gear toot suite. I chased up the girl who wanted my flat- queue a big fat spanner in the works. She decided she was going to rent somewhere else. Balls.
That afternoon I banged an ad up on gumtree for my flat. 24 hours later I had 5 viewings lined up. They all took place on Saturday. After choosing the best candidate, the lease was signed on Tuesday. He moves in in a week. And I move out, and in with TB.
So the past week has been a flurry of sanding, painting, clearing out stuff, packing, cleaning, changing addresses, buying new stuff for my tenant, registering as a landlord and all the snash that comes with that, cancelling direct debits and a million other things.
On Saturday I'm filling a transit van with all my stuff and driving the 100+ miles to my new home before coming back on Monday for my last 4 nights in the flat that has been my home, my haven for the last 9 years.
I am excited. So excited. But, tonight has been tough. The pictures are all off the walls and it's soon not going to be my home, but just a flat. But as TB said, it's not the end, it's the beginning.
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