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Under the weather

Is this the answer?

Is this the answer?

I am feeling a bit under the weather. Coming home from a long and sunny holiday does that to me. Plus, I miss my husband. I like spending time together as a family. And as a couple. Oh, and it doesn’t help my mood that we are going to be kind of homeless soon.

When we left to St Lucia, we thought we’d give it a try and put our house on the market whilst on vacation. We knew we wanted to move to a neighbourhood with better schools, maybe even a bit further outside of London. But we still hadn’t found the answer to the big question: Where to live?

To be honest, I didn’t think we would get an acceptable offer and we’d take the house off the market after a few weeks. Well, it took two days to get the first offer. I know, this is the moment to rejoice with exceeding great joy. Pop the champagne. Dance around the kitchen table.

Don’t get me wrong. I am happy. Kind of.

But I feel the pressure now. I want to find the perfect place for us. I want little L to make friends. Become familiar with an area. I don’t want to move her again in two or three years. I really want to lay some roots!

Not having roots gives me a lot of options to choose from. But it makes me feel very… rootless, too.

Who knows, maybe I am jinxing it by airing my anxieties. Maybe the buyer doesn’t get the mortgage. Maybe she is going to change her mind. Maybe a plain falls on top of our heads. Maybe I win the lottery and my husband will never ever have to go to work, and we can be together all of the time.

Ok, the last bit is very unlikely. I don’t play the lottery.


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