I can’t make plans anymore. I had arrangements to go somewhere this Summer, and would have been away from home for about two weeks. Call it a holiday of sorts. Anyway, I was supposed to be setting out on July 28th.
But, of course, this f***ing house move has spoiled all that.
There are no suitable new homes for us on the horizon right now. However, one could turn up tomorrow, or next week—or on July 28th, for instance. So my life is on hold until we find somewhere else to live. I had to call and cancel my arrangements yesterday. That really depressed me. I put it back to late October. The way this house hunt is going, that’s optimistic…
I’m fed up. I want to get out of here. I want to be able to do stuff without this situation hanging overhead, interfering with everything. I really, really hate this house.