The good old moving house business is rapidly approaching and I can honestly say that I'm NOT looking forward to it. On the contrary - I would like to buy a ticket to Thailand, lie on a beach and wait for everything to magically sort itself out.... Yeah. Like that's going to happen!
The actual move isn't the problem - we've got it covered and have so many people helping us - but it's the moving in that's worrying me. See, this is the first time I've bought a house and suddenly there are tons of issues to sort out. Our new flat has carpets, something which I hate with a passion, so these need to come out. In order for us to do that, we need to plan to go in beforehand and assess the situation and planning is not something that comes easily to my dear boyfriend.
Love him to bits, but he's more of a "moment - to - moment kinda guy" and I'm more of a planner.
Nevertheless, I'm sure we'll get somewhere soon. At least I hope so. My poor mother (who is an EXTREME planner), is stressing and keeps repeating that I: "must have nerves of steel" and "tons of patience"... This, however, is driving me mad too as I'm trying to mediate and reassure her.
On top of all this I'm trying to do my job (and it's been hard to adjust back to a working life!) and I'm trying to be a mum, and furthermore - we're trying to open a brand new drama school in January 2010.
I must be a sadomasachist.
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