30.03.22

I'd have thought I'd have wanted to have written a lot about how I've been feeling and what I've been thinking about. But in truth I haven't at all. It's a very strange and surreal time and I'll be glad once I finally have some sort of routine back again. It feels very odd not having a job and I don't much like it, especially when I'm not in a place I can call home. It's nice to be at Wills but his flat isn't exactly what I'd choose and all my things are packed away in boxes. I just feel very out of sorts. Thankfully in a couple of weeks we'll know if our dream of the house is finally realised. I dare say it won't be, they've been stringing us along for over 6 months now so why would they at the last moment? But I still have hope, who knows. If it all falls through, that's okay too. Because then we'll know and we can move onto the next stage, which will likely be renting. Maybe now isn't the time to buy after all, what with everything going on in the world at the moment, it makes sense. Once we're in a place that's ours I can start properly applying for things. I have applied to a few things already but haven't yet heard back from anywhere. I'm trying to stay positive.