The landlord is increasing our rent extortionately in September which means we’ve been priced out of our lovely sea view flat in the building with the perfect lift and it is too stressful to move every year. I’ve lived in three different flats in the past two years and uuuuugh.
I have done so much crying and stressing and worrying about this in the past week and it’s really, really sucked. We tried to stay but it just couldn’t work; today my heart broke a little when, less than 24 hours after we’d finally confirmed, I saw our flat listed on RightMove.
I’m lucky cause I’ve got lots of help and support around me but I’m doing my MA too supposedly (on top of working full time) and can’t really focus at all because it’s stressful. I just packed my first box up today, a bashed up one that I didn’t throw out last summer, and ugggghhh I hate moving so much. I hate it I hate it I hate it. It never gets easier. I’ll spend these summer months at work trying to focus when really I just need to be here with my stuff, anti-nesting.
I’ve moved every single year since 2006, bar 2008 (when I only partly moved out) and 2012. 6/8 years. Yuck. Moving is to the summer months what exams used to be.