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Having had a look around the potential new house, I am left in something of a mood.
Oh, it's a nice house, don't get me wrong. It's a normal size, although the rooms are perhaps a little on the small side. But after this house... it seems so very, very small. And now the notion of us moving is becoming horribly, horribly real.
I don't want to move. I love this house. And I am so very, very angry at Hatfield House for taking my home away from me, just because they won't pay out to keep us here. After four years, this is how I'm treated? I'm feeling more powerless than ever at this whole renting thing. I wish that I had the means to turn around and buy my own house, just so I didn't have to go through this again.
I thought I was settled here. Clearly I was wrong, and just as clearly, it was stupid of me to think so. I'm a tenant, and no matter how long term or no matter what kind of relationship you have with the landlord, you're still powerless when it comes to being thrown out.
What kind of timespan is two months, to pack up the stuff of four years of living in a place? My roots are here; my furniture is here, my possessions are here. And if we go for this house (and frankly, I suspect it's one of the better options out there) not all of it will fit. We'll have to adjust our lives, change the way we live and I am railing impotently against it all.
Oh, it's a nice house, don't get me wrong. It's a normal size, although the rooms are perhaps a little on the small side. But after this house... it seems so very, very small. And now the notion of us moving is becoming horribly, horribly real.
I don't want to move. I love this house. And I am so very, very angry at Hatfield House for taking my home away from me, just because they won't pay out to keep us here. After four years, this is how I'm treated? I'm feeling more powerless than ever at this whole renting thing. I wish that I had the means to turn around and buy my own house, just so I didn't have to go through this again.
I thought I was settled here. Clearly I was wrong, and just as clearly, it was stupid of me to think so. I'm a tenant, and no matter how long term or no matter what kind of relationship you have with the landlord, you're still powerless when it comes to being thrown out.
What kind of timespan is two months, to pack up the stuff of four years of living in a place? My roots are here; my furniture is here, my possessions are here. And if we go for this house (and frankly, I suspect it's one of the better options out there) not all of it will fit. We'll have to adjust our lives, change the way we live and I am railing impotently against it all.