And so I join the world of the 9 to 5ers again. Actually it is more like 9 to 1ers since I'll be working part-time. It's with the same company I was working with last time, but now I'm helping them out in the purchasing department.
House hunting has become more and more depressing. The ambiance in the French-American studio of Nottingham is a stressfull, nail biting one.
I've viewed two houses that I fell in love with. Just as I did when my heart was naive in the ways of men and love, I have pictured my life, my future with these homes. I've imagined the little feminine touches I would add that show the world "Lauren was here". Pictured the pitter-patter of a future feline's feet filling the house with comforting noise. I could smell the Sunday roasts I would make, while staring out the kitchen window to my garden, sipping a cup of tea while I wait to baste.
Needless to say both of these adorable 2 bedroom houses have been taken away from me. Do you know what unjustice is? Getting a glimpse of the best version your life could be and then watching someone else live it for you.
I've been given 5 more days to find the house of my dreams. After those five days, we take whatever affordable roof over our heads we can find. Pray for me. Pray for me and the dream home I have yet to find. Pray we will find each other before the clock strikes midnight this Friday. Pray.