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 Xanthe 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.
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