Onwards and Upwards
Tick tock tick tock… less than 10 weeks to go. Meeep! I’ll be in single figures soon. How utterly terrifying.
I have had my second set of jabs, given notice on the house, 4 and a bit weeks until I move, taking the kitties to their new home in 5 weeks, hand in my notice at work either this week or next. Tick tick tick…
I am looking forward to having my life packed up into a few neat boxes, having got rid of nearly 28 years of accumulated junk. I am sick to the back teeth of ebaying but the money is still coming in dribs and drabs so I suppose I can’t complain. I swear I am never going to buy so much stuff again. Stuff hidden away in boxes under the bed and overflowing from cupboards - why have I been carting it round with me from house to house for so many years? I just want to throw it all in a big skip and be done with it.
At least I have paid my last rent cheque for a while so the game for the next month and a half will be to see how little I can spend of my last pay in my full-time job. Argh. No wonder I keep asking myself “what the hell are you doing?”
