Limbo

So here we are, with only 3.5 days left in my permanent job.

By now, I thought we'd be stressing over how little packing we'd managed to do and whether we'd still like the tiles we chose for the en-suite back in August.

But instead, we've come to a standstill. We're in limbo. Of sorts.

Legal stresses are still holding back the sale of our property in England, while our house in Scotland is due to be finished in about 6 weeks (weather permitting).

We can't start packing until we have a vague idea on when we're likely to exchange contracts. The thought of living out of boxes just fills me with dread.

I can't start making curtains and cushions because I can't get excited about the new house yet. I can't let myself get excited. Not until we have a better idea on when we'll be moving.

In the meantime, I only have 3.5 days left at my permanent job.

3.5 days of guaranteed income.

3.5 days of visiting the toilet alone.

3.5 days.

Holy crap.