I’m going to start this post in the way that seems to be the norm lately; I’m sorry for the lack of content. When I started this blog, I was fully intending to post on a regular basis but I guess that didn’t go to plan…
Truth is, these last couple of months have been shit, to put it bluntly. I mean, life isn’t great at the best of times, but they have been shitter than shit – a big dollop of horse manure with a cherry on top, if you like. I could go on but I think you get the jist. It probably doesn’t help that I keep forgetting to take my medication. I know, but it’s easily done!
So if anyone is a regular reader of this blog (thank you if you are) you will know that in December, I moved out of my shit hole flat in Fyfield, Hampshire and into a gorgeous flat in Salisbury, Wiltshire. I loved it. I was so relieved to get into a place that wasn’t damp, cold and smelly! Mum and I moved in together and were planning all sorts; like how we would have the living room, how would we share bills/rent etc. But that didn’t go to plan either because my older brother needed a place to live, so he came along too.
Things got tense….I mean really tense. Mainly because it was unexpected and not according to plan (as mentioned in one of my previous posts, not sticking to a plan triggers my anxiety…a lot) and this was a big ‘curve ball’. Can you imagine 3 individuals living in a 2 bed flat? It got a bit crowded, and bills were higher, and it felt like mum and I intruded on my brother’s privacy because his ‘bedroom’ was the living room. There was also the factor of our landlord not knowing he was there – clever!
Then June came along and I received a text that really set the mood for us. The text said:
“Hi Laura I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news but unfortunately my mum is having to sell the flat as she is going through a divorce. She has asked if she could come over on Thursday afternoon or Friday with an estate agent to value the flat & then it will be put up for sale. With regards to your tenancy we will unfortunately have to give you 2 months notice at some point in the near future. I’m really sorry x”
Luckily, we found a 2 bed council flat that we’re waiting to be ready for us to move in to. I wont go into detail but applying for that was a polava as well!
On top of all that my brother went away at the end of July, and wont return until December time. This was a big hit for me. Going from sibling banter everyday to maybe one phone call a week is big difference. It actually makes me feel quite lonely, even though I still have mum and Leo, it’s not quite the same as your sibling, you know?
Anyway, sorry this has been a long post. If you managed to read all of it then I applaud you! I’ll try and post more often but for now – peace and love to you all ✌💚