It's been a drawn-out house-hunting adventure filled with false hopes, near misses and so many fucking forms. I hate forms. I don't understand why we don't just have a national database with everyone's info, where you can consent to one-off access for specific situations - rental applications, electoral roll, credit card verification. Security would never be an issue if you hire a shitload of ninjas, which also takes care of unemployment.
Fuck it, even that sounds like a lot of effort. I just don't want to fill in another form for awhile plzthx.
Spent the last week in packing mode; the last 2 afternoons actually packing. We don't have nearly as much stuff as I thought we did; as I did when we first moved in. I guess I've thrown a lot of things away since leaving the suburbs - clothes, toys, trinkets, letters, memories, dignity, youth...
It feels like a new life chapter is about to start, and I don't mean this in a romantic starry eyed way. It's more along the lines of "shit's going to be a bit different from now on, so you better adapt." I'm a little scared - I'm going to be paying rent and a mortgage, which means this place will need to be cleaned up quickly so it's fit for a tenant.
And there's lots to do. :[
On a less stressful note, found a cool iPhone app last week. It's called Stachetastic and it's amazing. I won't spoil it for you - go check it out for yourself.
Bye now. :)
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