Three years, three weeks and one day after the fire that destroyed our block, we are finally completing on our new house tomorrow. *
It's almost a year since the offer was accepted, eight months since it has been empty and I now have 6 weeks of building work to organise and oversee, which is a bit daunting, but by fuck I will be relieved to have the constant mental load of dealing with it all lifted.
The endlessness of it has been really, really hard to tolerate for all three of us - so I am just fixing now on looking forwards to the work being done and us finally being able to start putting down some roots and feel settled.
And erm, keeping my fingers crossed that the fucker doesn't fall down five minutes after we move in.
*We may well not get the keys tomorrow mind because as per that just didn't occur to anyone else to sort out until I took it upon myself but I will take that as the final wholly typical example of how the whole thing has played out. Tbf, I'm just relieved that there is now a plan cos I was seriously fearing another three years could pass before I got my hands on them.