|yesterday's sunset and my Mother's Day ranunculus|
I'm sure I've retconned this in my head, but I swear I woke up this morning to sun coming through the curtains and birdsong and a feeling of calm and wellbeing. PA was upstairs laughing with Mister G and the universe was unfolding exactly as it should. Until I checked my emails on my phone. Seldom a good idea. We just heard from our landlady that she has different plans for 'our' flat (I added the scare quotes in post) and so won't be renewing our lease at the beginning of June. We'd had this discussion in January and, after thinking it over (and given my current freelance status) we decided that we would rather stay where we are for another year or two than look for another rental. Ha. Guess again, suckers.
That's the shit thing about renting. That's why people bust their asses to buy, isn't it? Forget 'building equity' or 'investment value', people want a home that they can rely on to be there. When you rent you're only ever there at the grace of your landlady and it can be whipped out from under you just like that. And I feel sort of dumb (especially after 12 years of renting in London, moving on every year or two) for forgetting that, for taking it for granted. How can you build a home on a temporary foundation?
And even writing that, I know it's crap. Call the wahmbulance etcetera.
We are so lucky all round. I really like this place with its light and excellent water pressure. Sometimes I still like to reminisce about how we nearly didn't rent it and then did (high octane action there) and it's been a great place for our first couple of years with Mister G (I think a little part of me is stupidly wistful at leaving that part of our lives behind.) And I prefer change when it comes at a predictable, preferably glacially slow, not really changey pace. But, whatever - it's just a flat - a home isn't your period semi or your mature garden or your off street effing parking. It's more than that.
So I said screw all that moping and freaking out and spent the morning in the bath looking on rightmove for new options.
If I can just gloss over the actual moving part (god but I hate moving. Can we just burn everything?) there is something a little exciting about it.