Logistics in Transition

I’ve started a new book here. All my previous entries over the last month have been in a friends only book entitled Jay. This new book is back to being public and I’ve entitled it Transition, as I write about myself starting to move on. There might still be some more entries in the Jay book yet, I might have some more feelings I need to write about, but I’m trying my best to shuffle along with it all.

I Skyped with my parents last night and told them what I found out about Jay. I felt I had to tell them because my attitude towards him has changed so much, they would have been wondering why. Obviously they were as gobsmacked and angry as me.

I’ve booked next Friday off work and I’m going to go and visit my family for a long weekend. They’ve said I can start taking up some of my stuff if I want to, so they can stored it in their spare room or my sister can store it in her garage. So the time has come to start packing up / selling. I have a three bedroom detached house to pack so it is going to take a while, better get it started asap as I’ll want it looking nice and tidy when I start getting potential buyers round sigh This is all just so wrong, we were supposed to be starting a family in that house. No point dwelling on it though, that’s what was making me ill. I can’t change what is so I’ll just have to suck it up and get on with it.

I’m not sure on the whole logistics of moving back up north and getting a job. How am I supposed to attend job interviews, will I have to travel 200 miles every time I get one? And I can’t get somewhere to live until I get a job. What if I sell this house before I get a job? I won’t have anywhere to live down here so will have to squat with my parents while I’m unemployed and homeless. And what if I get a job before I sell the house? Again I’ll have to squat in my parents house while paying the mortgage for a house I’m not living in. It’s a logistical nightmare. I’m just glad my family are up there and have offered to help to store my stuff and let me stay with them.

The house two doors down from my parents is up for sale. It looks lovely, two bedrooms, but it’s probably out of my price range. I have no idea what I’ll be able to afford until everything’s settled with the house sale here and I get a job. It did get flooded last year, but only the garage is on the ground floor, all the rooms in the living space are on the first and second floors. There’s another house I quite like in the same town. It’s a bit bigger, same price, but needs a lot of work doing. It’s structurally sound, just has an old fashioned tiny kitchen and bathroom and is hideously decorated. I think I would rather buy a bigger place that needs a bit of work, then I can have the space and just save up to do the improvements as and when I can afford them.

One of my friends has asked if I still want to go to her hen party in March. It’s the weekend after mine was going to be and she’s getting married a couple of weeks after me and Jay were going to be, so we’ve bonded over wedding planning the last few months. She said she didn’t know whether or not to ask if I was still going as she knows it will be hard for me, but didn’t want to leave me out. I’ve said I’ll still go to the hen party. As it’s a few months from now, I’ll probably be feeling a bit better by then. And it’s in Blackpool, so whether I’m still down here or back up in Cumbria, it’s about the same distance to travel. Actually I’m quite looking forward to it already, a big mad weekend in Blackpool. I was a bit worried that I didn’t know anyone else who was going, but it turns out that no one else knows anyone either! So it should be fun all of us getting to know each other. Not sure about going to the wedding though, I’ll have to see about that.