it's time to go..

I don't know if it's from some sort of sixth sense, or from some pre-emptive psychological defence mechanism that wanted to keep me from feeling too secure, but i've been having thoughts about having to move lately. Over the last couple of months, since we got all those concrete statues and made the back yard *just* right, i've had nagging thoughts on the ever-lingering possibility of having to leave this house that we love, maybe even the suburb itself, and found myself looking at other houses i was passing and imagining how we'd arrange our stuff there and whether we'd ever have it as nice.

Sure enough, we got the call from the agent today - the owners are going to renovate and do up the house (either to sell or rent out for more money, no doubt), so we have to get out.

The 'good' news is that we have until late March, but it still couldn't have come at a worse time financially (we were just mulling over the possibility of having to stay in at the weekend for the rest of the year just to get the bills paid) so that four months to find somewhere new is going to be cut in half at best before we have enough dosh for moving, bond, rent up front, and all the things that'll have to be fixed up when we move out.

I guess even stressing about the money has it's benefits - it's occupying my mind too much to give me any time to dwell on how happy we are living there and how much we're going to miss it (or the likelihood of finding another place we can afford in Fitzroy).

I did wonder why i was feeling particularly sad and depressed last week for no apparent reason (other than the usual state-of-the-world / i-hate-my-job stuff) - perhaps i was getting in practice for this week.

Oh well, i was sad about leaving the last place but grew to love this one, i'm sure we'll make the next one our own (even if it never will be really).

Glad i went to Dream on Friday, 'cause god knows when i'm going to afford to cheer myself up by doing that again either.