May 05, 2002
Uprooted
Wednesday. Our landlords inform us they’re selling our property and we have two months to find a new place. We’ve lived here 2 and a half years. It’s the best place we’ve ever had.
Coincidentally, the previous day someone contacted me asking me what our flat was like — they’re thinking of buying a property in our housing estate and found, through a web search, my contact details on this site. I painted a very positive picture. The next day I heard we’re losing it. Thankfully, the flat they’re considering isn’t ours. But I’m envious — I’d love to be able to buy here.
Saturday. We found a place. It’s 2 blocks from here, and very nice. We took it. It’s sinking in, though, that it’s not as nice as this one. Not only that, but in the last 2½ years rents have increased 25% at least. So we’re 100 quid worse off each month. I’m trying to ward off creeping depression.
Not looking forward to the big move in 3 weeks.
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