Bursting!

I have been checking the real estate webpages constantly, waiting for my UK flat to be listed. Nada. I was getting annoyed. Then the agent called. He has already shown three people through (!) and one has offered the asking price (!!)

To say I'm stoked would be an understatement. He also wants a quick settlement and hopes to be all done and dusted by Christmas. Insanity, said I, 'tis but four weeks till law firms close for the holidays... but even mid-January would be lovely.

It does make me wish more cheap Australian homes would appear. But I think I'm resigned to renting and saving for a while. Here's hoping my conveyancer is at least telling the truth when claiming to be fast.

And good news #2, we have a flat to rent! I'm over the moon. I'm also really skint after paying the deposit and advance rent. So skint I'm not sure how we will manage until Centrelink get their shit together and process my claims for income support and family payments. I'd call my mood half stoked, half anxious. Fortunately, family have offered a lot of things we will need. 🙏 

The Seven-Day Fog

I don't quite know how, but we made it. We've been here a week and it's been a roller coaster. The plane ride was exhausting but surviveable. We've been out every day since chasing up papers and forms and and and.

The accommodation didn't work out (filthy and they asked me to leave as Little X was too loud at night... Yes thanks I will have that refund). My sister has kindly taken us in. 

Income support won't even be processed for another 3-4 weeks. 😔 We have money to get by, but without that regular income proof, renting is near impossible. I applied for a place that looked great, but as expected we were turned down flat. I suspect that's going to be the first of many. I'm putting more applications in every time I see a good place.

Cannot relax at all. I'm in someone else's home, Little X never stops moving and I'm continually worried she'll break something or hurt herself. I'm so primed for our own place. I really just want to be hunting down furniture and establishing a routine. 

It All Comes Together

I had to read back through my last entry to remember where I was at... The agent was a 🤬 and rendered me a panicking floozy, two working days before we fly and he refused to sign my property. Fortunately I found someone fabulous who's willing to work with me and actually thinks my flat looks great. The likely price is a disappointment, but I will have to trust the universe has a plan for me.

Little X had a great time and ran about smacking the new discovery - balloons! 🎈 

I've managed to do almost everything I'd wanted. The freezer, drawers, potty set and car seat all found new homes. 🎉 The do list of stuff still isn't short, but now the items are all small reminders instead of big tasks.

I've cooked everything left and there's just the fridge and floor to deal with. Oh and re packing, because I still think I've got too much. Please send "ruthlessness" mojo. 😊

Engage.

Well, I engaged the agent. I'm supposed to visit them on Friday to sign the paperwork, but they have just emailed that they're coming here. Er no. It won't be photo ready. Anyway. I also have a conveyancer quote ready to go for Friday afternoon.

Even though the list is getting shorter it's weighing heavier. Strange. 🤣 Maybe because I'm doing the least-worst tasks first. 😂

I did manage to post off the car paper. The auctioneer still hasn't received the go-ahead from the finance company 😒 and told me to call back at the end of the week. I told him I'm calling tomorrow! 

Hallway mini-party for Little X today 😊 🎈