Adventures of a Non-Binary Author – The Waiting Game
Saturday evening. We need somewhere to move by the end of this weekend, or we risk losing the sale. There’s two ways this can play out now. The landlord says yes to our application, and we get the self-contained flat. The location is a lot more convenient. The whole space would be ours. Or the landlord says no, and we say yes to the gift horse we’ve been given. The location is less convenient, but we’ve run the numbers. We can make it work. The two rooms that would be ours are big enough for our needs. The kitchen and bathroom would be shared, but we can figure out a new routine to work around that. We don’t need the setup to be perfect. We just need a safe place to live, whilst we figure out our next steps.
I’m working the following day. I almost always work Sundays. But knowing the decision will be made before I finish work puts a different feel on things. Still, we both try our best not to let it ruin our evening. We have Sushi for dinner. The rest of the too-good-to-go picked up the evening before. We’d had half of it at lunchtime, before seeing either of our possible future homes. We add the last of our garlic bread to go with it; one less frozen item to worry about.
We’ve been preparing to move for a while. That was the plan. Sell and purchase. All in one go. Since December we’ve been trying to run our freeze as low as possible. We’re not taking the white goods. The place we were planning to move to was unoccupied. The less freezer stuff we have, the less food we risk losing in the move. Also less to transport. For almost three months we’ve only been buying in the barest amount of freezer food for the week. Changing it up a little every now and then, but overall keeping it as minimal as we can. We’ve been storing up the Nectar Points too. Big shop post move, once the freezer situation was sorted. That was the plan. Well we’ll still be doing a big shop post move. We just need to know where we’re moving to.
We put on some comfort telly. Just need to get through till bedtime. We’ve got another restless night ahead. Not knowing can be the absolute worse. Especially when everything feels out of your hands. We do our best to remain positive. Talk about all the different options for making each of the spaces work for us. We will know where we will be living within the next twenty-four hours. That’s enough for now.
Sunday morning in work feels long. The temptation to keep looking at my phone every five minutes is real. I’ve been trying hard to not keep doing that. With the upending of our plans, the last few weeks have required being in more regular communication. With each other. With potential landlords. With our solicitor. Etc. I know I shouldn’t be checking so much, but I can’t help it. I’m stressed. The situation is out of my control. And I just want to know what’s going on.
We get our answer just before one. Our fate has been decided. We know where our future home will be…
To be continued…
