It’s been a whirlwind few weeks. I started a new job on August 1st which meant I had to move house.
Dave and I managed to find a great house in Yaxley, Peterborough which is only 20 mins away from my work. Poor Dave has had to commute to Essex and surprisingly his current workplace weren’t too keen on paying his mileage expenses…
Please don’t think me selfish – I looked for local work in and around Essex for a year before deciding it was time to consider further afield. I made sure over and over and over (my anxiety / traumatic upbringing babes where you at?) that Dave was 100% on board before even looking.
The salary rates are quite stable (low, but stable) throughout England but the cost of living in Essex is ASTRONOMICAL. We are seriously hoping for a better quality of life and tbh just being closer to Judith and Peter gives us that.
No no, it’s not for romance, I can’t afford heating or electricity anymore.
Either way, having to move house was stressful enough but I’ve never really owned anything, so I really didn’t know what to expect from the vast amount of things we had managed to hoard away in the cottage. I had almost forgotten that Dave had had multiple lives before me.
The process of starting a physical, full time job along with spending any free time having to move house 2 hours away has been hellish.
And by hellish I mean I actually weighed up whether getting married and cohabiting was worth it. Like, having to go through this again is not an option – I’d rather teach again. I’ve been so ill. The hard crying was bad enough but trying to suck all my physical and mental stress in as not to worsen the situation was killer.
Me, at 30, but I was a teacher for 10 years, then decided to get engaged, get a new job and move house all at once. Fun.
I’ve said before that some people say planning a wedding and moving house are the most stressful things you can do. I’ve not even done a hint of planning in 6 weeks and I’m telling you now, if it even compares to what I’ve been through with this move, there won’t be a wedding.
That said, I am looking forward to finally getting the place sorted so I can (find) return the venue documents that were due back on august 8th, maybe do some more scrapbooking and, oh I don’t know, the bare minimum? Here’s to making planning for a wedding fun again 🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞
1 year, 4 months, 2 weeks and 4 days to go.
I can hear my anxiety. Send help, and iced coffee.
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