...and breathe
Sunday, June 22nd, 2008 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanIf putting up pictures on the wall is a reliable indicator of the final stages of moving in, we have moved in.
I doubt that everything has settled into its final resting place, but it is all pretty much there. It has taken a full six days excluding today's efforts and picture hanging and lodging the last few books somewhere seemly. Sadly, having unpacked in six days, there is no rest on the seventh and we are back at work tomorrow. Ho hum. All in all, the experience has reminded me of why I hate moving home and all the disruption and expense it invariably entails. I can say with some confidence that our finances are shot to pieces by this and that over the next few weeks and months we will be looking to reduce debt rather than save money. So that's any thought of a mortgage on the back burner again and just as my finances were starting to breathe again.
It is a recurring pattern, I find, that whenever I manage to get closer to paying things off and can think about building up a deposit or other savings, life happens along completely out of my control, riffles through my bank account and relieves me of the major part of my resources. Still, this time around it has seen fit to wash me up in a nice (if expensive) flat, in a good area of London, with the lovely Furtle. My poverty exists in more genteel circumstances than ever before.
I need now to have a shave and a shower and go to bed, though the latter will have to wait a short while I dry off and cool down.
More later, perhaps, during the cooling down period.
I doubt that everything has settled into its final resting place, but it is all pretty much there. It has taken a full six days excluding today's efforts and picture hanging and lodging the last few books somewhere seemly. Sadly, having unpacked in six days, there is no rest on the seventh and we are back at work tomorrow. Ho hum. All in all, the experience has reminded me of why I hate moving home and all the disruption and expense it invariably entails. I can say with some confidence that our finances are shot to pieces by this and that over the next few weeks and months we will be looking to reduce debt rather than save money. So that's any thought of a mortgage on the back burner again and just as my finances were starting to breathe again.
It is a recurring pattern, I find, that whenever I manage to get closer to paying things off and can think about building up a deposit or other savings, life happens along completely out of my control, riffles through my bank account and relieves me of the major part of my resources. Still, this time around it has seen fit to wash me up in a nice (if expensive) flat, in a good area of London, with the lovely Furtle. My poverty exists in more genteel circumstances than ever before.
I need now to have a shave and a shower and go to bed, though the latter will have to wait a short while I dry off and cool down.
More later, perhaps, during the cooling down period.
