I'm living with my parents again.
I'm not sure how I feel about this. :/
It's been a long while (more than a year!) since I last posted here about myself, and nearly half a year since I posted here at all. I apologise for that.
A lot has happened since my last personal update. Among them, cxcvi and I are no longer in a romantic relationship. (I had originally worded this as "no longer engaged", but while that's true, it's also ambiguous.)
Other things: in September last year (while we were still engaged), we moved into a rented house together. Unfortunately, due to circumstances (among them the relationship, but others too), we've separated again. I'll be moving back to my parents' place on the 25th of July; cxcvi has already moved back. Neither of us want to do this for a multitude of reasons, but at the moment it might be for the best.
I'm so sorry I haven't been around on DW. I really need to work on it.
Well, it's probably about time I update you all on the housing situation and what's been going on!
Two weeks ago, on September 2nd, I saw the house I lived in for the last time. We (that is, my Mum and I) drove up to Scotland to stay with my grandfather in Uddingston, close to Glasgow - the house we were to move into wasn't ready yet. My Mum left the next day to go back to East Grinstead to sort out the final bits with furniture moving and so on.
I stayed with my grandfather until my Mum and Dad arrived on the 6th (IIRC), and then the next day we travelled up to the Isle of Skye to visit my grandmother, aunt, and a few other relatives. I've been staying here since then.
Tomorrow - or more accurately today (the 16th), we're going back down to Uddingston again as it's closest to where the house actually is. The next day, we'll be visiting the house and I'll get to see it in person for the first time. The day after *that* is the 18th, when we finally move in.
Hopefully, I'll be staying there for about 3 months or so, maybe less. I've been able, via kaberett, to find some people (who are friends of theirs) who I would very much like to live with, and that might be able to happen in January. Of course, in the meantime I'd need to make trips down there to see various places, etc. Not sure of any details yet.
So... I think that's about everything right now.
Tonight will be the last time I ever sleep in this house again.
Tomorrow, I move up to Scotland with my parents. (To be more precise, I move up to live with my grandparents while they finish off the rest of the stuff that needs to happen, and then they move up to also live with them until the new house they bought becomes available, which should be in about 2 weeks or so.)
Right now, my mind doesn't really believe this is happening. I'm lying in my room like always right now, typing on my laptop like it was a typical night. And yet...
...and yet this bed will not be slept on any more. Ever.
Not by me, at least.
Somebody else will be using my room. It won't be my room any more.
It's not the same as when I moved to Reading for a year. I knew I had this house as a backup then. This house that I've lived in for over half my life. It's always been there.
I do have housing plans in the making, but those most likely won't come to fruition until January.
In the meantime, I think I need to say goodbye to this house.
I've meant to post to Dreamwidth about this for some time now, but I've kept forgetting, even though it's really quite important. However, recent events have made it more important to post.
For some time now, my parents have been letting me know about their plans to move up to Scotland. I've known this for months, and although my parents are very happy to have me come up with them, I don't really think I want to. To that end, I've been trying to find a place to go, a friend to move in with. I know of people who would be willing to live with me, though my crappy organisational skills are making it difficult to get things together.
Anyway, on June 22nd, my parents put the house on the market, and for a few weeks we'd been having viewings of the house from people, which have meant I've had to be out of the house, along with Mum, while they happen. (My parents feel that the fewer people in the house, the better any impressions will be because the estate agent can show them round.)
Well, no longer. My parents accepted an offer on the house last week on
June July 14th, which means the purchasing process has begun. As long as everything goes to plan for everybody involved in the transactions, we'll be moving out of this house on August 31st, which is about 5-6 weeks from now.
My parents haven't found a house where they want to live yet and they won't be able to find and purchase one in that timeframe, so they'll be finding somewhere to rent in the meanwhile - which will include space for me in case I decide to/have to go with them.
I have a few reasons for not wanting to move with them, though. Some are practical, such as the fact that the GIC is in London, and would no longer be as easy to reach. There are others, however.
Pretty much my entire extended family live up in Scotland; it's only my nuclear family that live here in England. (And even my brother now lives up in Scotland.) That's obviously the reason that my parents want to move up to Scotland in particular, but as for me... I've been in England since I was 4. I grew up here. I've lived pretty much my whole life here.
Of course, I expect my parents must have felt much the same way when they had to move down to England at approximately the age of 32 - which isn't too far off from my own age. I hadn't realised the closeness of our ages until I came to writing about when my parents moved down and did the calculations for myself, at which point I rewrote this paragraph. Certainly helps me appreciate how they must have felt at the time, that's for sure.
Anyway, because of living down here for the past 26 years, I've had little contact with my extended family up in Scotland. We've seen each other a fair bit on special occasions and so forth, but not regularly by any means. As such, I'm used to that, and to be honest, I think I prefer it this way now. I'm actually kind of scared of the idea of having more family close to me; I've had enough difficulties with my nuclear family. That isn't to say that my extended family aren't wonderful people, because they are - but I'm not sure it's something I could cope with easily.
I've found it difficult to talk to my parents about the stuff in that last paragraph, because, well, what's my extended family is their nuclear family, and I'm not sure how they'd take that.
I'd say more, but I've already put this entry off long enough. I'd intended to post it on the 14th, but no such luck. This needs to be posted, though.
Hugs and advice would be appreciated!
[edit: Fixing an incorrect month.]
I finally updated my Facebook account to reflect reality. :)
Also, 27 days!