Then it got ugly

Sometimes life is a complete pile of poo and I wonder why I bother to get up in the morning. Today is definitely one of those I-am-totally-fed-up-with-coping sort of days. I trundled off to see our lettings agent because she wanted to speak to me and discovered that we have a choice: either we sign up for a full year’s lease on this place (with penalties for breaking the lease) or we have to move out on January 9th 2010. Obviously we can’t sign up for another year because at some point next year we hope to move into our own place, so we will have to move. AGAIN.

Since arriving in Australia just over 3 years ago we’ve already lived in 3 different houses, so this will be our 4th… and we’ll be moving at the hottest time of year, when Coffs Harbour is full of holiday-makers and short on accommodation, and we have to find somewhere that will take our dog. Did I also mention that I’ll have to pack up my studio for the umpteenth time and kiss goodbye to any chance of doing any meaningful work…?

Just for the rest of today I’m going to pretend it isn’t happening, because I really feel that I can’t cope right now. I’m going to give myself some time off, and then I’m going to get angry (I’m quite looking forward to that bit), which will delay the necessity to DOooo something about it for a few hours longer. No use thinking about it now because I’ve got to take darling daughter to her piano lesson. In the rain. Grrrrr.

3 thoughts on “Then it got ugly

  1. Oh NOOOOOOO! You poor thing. Obviously a good time to be exploring your local pubs. I can't even begin to think about how annoying these next few months are going to be for you. Good luck!

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