Something New

“Maybe I ain’t too old to start over, I think and I laugh and cry at the same time at this. Cause just last night I thought I was finished with everything new.”

The Help by Kathryn Stockett

Last week I mentioned that our flat has had a makeover.

It’s looking gorgeous.

This week I’ll let you in on a new development – we are selling!

It’s just over a year since we disbanded our company office at Putney Bridge and retreated into our various cubby holes to try and do work, do life and stay safe.

At home, we gave away all our spare room furniture and moved desks in. With our business, we sold off all extra office furniture and additional equipment, moved our data onto the cloud, upped our WiFi speeds, ditched the desktops for laptops and hunkered down against the pandemic storm.

What a rollercoaster ride that year has been!

Now our little 2 bedroom flat is feeling rather crowded, and we’ve decided that it’s time to invest in a bit more square footage.

We’ve already fallen for one clever Estate Agent tactic in that we picked the agent who valued our flat the highest. But then for 1 whole week, we had no viewings – no interest at all! It’s now at a reduced price and viewings are materialising, which is good because we hope to sell and buy within the Stamp Duty* holiday.

Can’t believe we fell for a bit of flattery there!

Your prayers welcomed! And thanks!

It’s all a bit scary and a bit grown up, but we’ve got our eye on a particular house and have already made plans, dreamed dreams and virtually picked out paint colours in our heads, so I hope we will not be disappointed.

Eek!

The good news is that there will actually be a spare room for my Mama, or my Hull family and for any of you dear people who need a roof over your heads in London.

There will also be a bit more space for Hubby’s home office, so that our colleagues can occasionally spend a day working together, and so that the two of us don’t drive one another crazy.

And I’ll get my own study.

Because …

I’m going back to University!

I’m in the throws of applications. I’ve written my personal statement. Just waiting for a reference.  Then we will see if I get an offer. There are no guarantees.

I’m OLD, my friends. At age 46 I’m a proper ‘mature’ student.

I’m literally terrified, but I’m also excited. And those few, who have read my personal statement, have been wonderfully supportive and excited for me.

I’m holding onto that.

I’ll be drinking a lot of tea.

SMALL PRINT:
P.s. *The government has extended the stamp duty holiday (until 30th June you pay quite a lot less tax on the property you buy), we think that now is as good a time as any, to sell and move somewhere new.
P.p.s. For some mysterious psychological reason I actually cried when on my birthday last year when I woke up on the wrong side of my 4th decade.
P.p.p.s. Photo on LHS is our spare room / office at the moment.
P.p.p.p.s. If I get an offer from a university, I’ll tell all. If not, please forget everything. This blog didn’t happen.