The flat-viewing was today. I had a New Deal appointment, so I couldn’t go, but mom gave me a detailed report. We’re both in a state of uncertainty, I guess. Mom has reservations about the patio door—she forgot to check if it was double-glazed or not (not double-glazed = easily smashed). [Note added later: the estate agent specs state it is double-glazed.] My reservation is where the flat is. I just don’t like the place. The flat sounds great overall, but the location sucks as far as I’m concerned. I’m trying to figure out if I can bear to spend the next x-number of years there.
I really don’t know. We need to move badly. That badly? Maybe.
My New Deal appointment… well, it looks like the ‘mentoring’ phase is over with, although I have one more session next week. I also have another ND appointment next week, because nothing was decided today. It’s pretty likely that I’ll have to take a work placement somewhere. For which, they claim, I’ll be paid. That’s the good side. The bad side is my doubts as to whether they’ll be able to offer anything I find remotely interesting…
I could’ve done without this, really, in the middle of all this house move stuff. I know, other people juggle both, and more, but I’m still coming to terms with how much time I’ve wasted chasing creative avenues which have invariably come to nothing. I didn’t want to join the Rat Race. I still don’t. But I don’t think I’m being given a choice.