Every day is sloooowly draaaagging by. Every second feels like a minute, every minute like an hour. It’s still January. Why is it still January? Why is it not February? Can’t we get to the 13th already? I want to finish packing, I want to start moving, I want to get my furniture and belongings in to a new home, a fresh slate.
I’m looking forward to lower bills, more money, placing furniture, no stairs (yeah, I’m lazy), a quicker walk to the bus stop and to the shops. Doors that I can shut to keep the heat in (and the cats out, when I’m trying to do something). A gas meter that doesn’t run out of credit overnight leaving the house freezing cold.
I love this house, but I’m so looking forward to moving. Can you tell? Is it the 13th yet?