We have to move.
I can't say I like it, and in fact, I am fluctuating through sadness, anger, fear and rage. There are a couple of glimmers of hope. Though I have to be really really careful not to get my hopes up about any of the houses we will need to visit.
We saw a house last night and while it's not perfect, it's got charm and it's a house. An expensive house compared to what we pay for now, with older fixtures but new paint and newish carpet. There is storage, air con, extra space, greenery. It's close to hubby's work. It's far from my friends. It's set out a nice way though, and it has lots of potential.
But at least 5 other people have looked at it. Most of them families. I don't really think we have much of a chance. I hope we have a chance though. Only because I don't want it to drag out so much. The uncertainty may be likely to drive me bad.
I just don't want to think about it. I don't want to think about packing up this place, or cleaning it, or scrubbing it, or doing anything with it. They are evicting us (due to renovations - so they say - frankly I think they want more money from new tenants). I just don't want to have to deal with any of that. And I'll be left to do a lot of it because I'm the non-working-person in the family, who will have more time at home.
I wish I could start packing straight away though - have no boxes, but hopefully we can get some tomorrow, that would make life a bit easier I think. Because then I could just start being proactive and productive.
It is just going to change all the plans, the ideals, the ideas that we had for the wee Miss in regards to schooling and education, and extra curricula things.