I went for an interview yesterday which I think went well, but it was similar to the process I've been through before at the temping agency - I felt like a number, not a person, it was awful. And so was the town it was in. I know I need to accept that I'm on one of the most prestigious streets in the world at the moment - but if was that alright I wouldn't be looking for something else! I haven't been happy there for a long time. Looking for new jobs really is a draining task, because I find it hard to disengage that part of myself that hopes that something good will come from it. I know it's inadvisable to become emotionally attached to every position but so far I seem to being doing that and it's tough. I'm hoping something will come through eventually, I've just got to keep plugging away.
This morning we went and had a look at three different flats, one was a house with a little garden at the back. As much as I wish we could buy our own place, I know we're not quite there yet. There's still a lot of saving to go but that's okay. I've just got to accept that these ambitions may need to wait another couple of years. I want it to be 'done right' after all.
We fell in love with the first flat we saw, eventhough we saw through the agencies way of putting the best, most expensive one first. But we beamed at how large the rooms where, how nicely decorated it all was, how there were two bathrooms! It was wonderful. The two that followed were further away and cheaper, but they didn't feel right somehow. It was nice to see Chris excited by it all and we're already making noises about taking it off the market to it can be ours.
The couple who were in there were so accommodating and cheerful, they reminded us of ourselves and we both sighed and wished we were in their position. They had bought a house, had recently got married - it all looked so...nice. I hope that what we both have together looks nice from the outside.
Who knows what might happen in a year...
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