Please – enjoy your stay.

Completely out of the blue last week, work emailed me and told me they were making my temporary fixed term contract, permanent!

I had no idea this was going to happen. I was only having a conversation a few days prior with one of the other temps about whether or not the company would be likely to extend our contracts and he seemed to think it was likely.

I applied for the job initially as I figured it’d give me some great HR experience and obviously because the money was better. I also HAD to leave the care home for my mental health. The anxiety alone was hard to deal with and I was almost certain I was hurtling towards a breakdown. The job was 6 months fixed term and I liked the thought of not having to stay if it wasn’t for me. Obviously I still have that option! Now, I get to stress a whole lot less about having to find something over Christmas time when my fixed term period would have been coming to an end.

It also means that I can continue to squirrel my money away as much as possible and hopefully get myself on that property ladder for mid next year! Royal Bank of little sister (the pregnant one that has her shit together) has already said she’s happy to lend me some for my deposit, which would be a massive help. She’s offered a substantial amount, but I only want to borrow half and save the other half myself. If I continue with my antisocial ways, fingers crossed I’d have saved what I need to by February /March 2021. Sooooo property prices – please hold up on the inflation! I’m coming for you!

We’re Moving

2 years ago when we moved in together, I absolutely adored this flat. Thought it was the best thing since sliced bread. Our own little love nest. Approximately 6 months later when we discovered that living in a top floor flat during the hottest summer ever, with very few windows that living here long term wasn’t going to be possible.

Add to that, the ridiculous lack of storage space (he’s the hoarder), no access to a garden and my boys £650 bike getting stolen he was already thinking about moving on.

Once we finally discussed the possibility of having a family and I worked out maternity leave options, I came to the realisation that we couldn’t afford to stay here and extend our family, and so our search began.

I have point blank refused to move sooner than the two year mark. Only because I have some gypsy blood in me and have moved every 6-12 months ever since I moved to Wales. Its been really unsettling and I just wanted to put my roots downs somewhere for a while. Come January it’ll be 2 years and I am so ready for our new adventure.

I am ready for space, more walls and windows, a closer (nosey) community, views of the valleys and cheaper rent. Roll on 2019!