We are closer. The mortgage was approved.
(I mean, I write that like it's nothing - like that's just what happens - like that isn't something that I always thought was out of reach. Like we're normal people doing normal things like buying a house.)
(Also, there is NOTHING normal about buying a house in England, just for the record. The whole system is BANANAS.)
And now - it is in the hands of the solicitors. If that doesn't strike the fear of god into you, nothing will.
So we go on with our lives, not knowing if and when everything is going to change. Could be a few weeks, could be a few months, could be never. I am beginning to understand why they say moving house is one of the most stressful things you can do. I suspect that they don't mean moving, they mean all the crazy stuff and mysterious uncontrollable timelines that come before moving. I expect, at this rate, moving will be sweet relief. And we have it easy! There's no chain - we're not selling and no one needs to move out of our (hopefully) new house. Crazy town.
Yet - I'm glad to have this time in the oast - our old friend. And to try to get my head around what's coming.
And it's spring - there's lambs, and wild garlic. The asparagus is coming up in Pauline's garden. Every day another tree has fresh lime green leaves. Today it rained and it smelled so good.
And so we wait...
