kirmy
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I've been living in Scotland too long because every time something really good happens I expect to get hit by a meteor or develop oral thrush or something equally distressing. It's the Calvanistic belief that good things happen only to remind you how shite the bad times are....don't be seduced!
Anyhow I've been house shopping, spending time with my sister and uncle and aunt and loving my man. My job continues to be awesome and I'm doing damn well.
So I've been in a quandry. My uncle who is a very successful economist and accountant sat me down and talked sense to me. If I buy my wee croft on the beach in bumfuck nowhere David won't have a stab at a career, the mortgage will chunter along with only my contribution and then it will sell poorly or not for years as the stagnant housing market limps along in rural areas. It broke my heart but fuck me he's right. After much soul searching and honest discussion I turned my house hunting efforts to the central belt of Scotland namely Stirlingshire. My God it's full of Victorian properties that make my bustle russel.
I am viewing 8 properties when I get off the rig and they are so lovely that I'm a bit shocked I'm allowed in them let alone aloud to potentially be their guardian. When I think about the enormity of this situation all I can think about is how my surgery paved a yellow brick road of success for me. I'm so profoundly humbled by this that I wonder how catastrophic my previous work life balance would be now if this never happened.
Anyway this is a little hello and sorry post. I'm here but I'm overwhelmed with the good and scary stuff right now. I'm holding steady with no further bounce back...in fact I'm down three kg's since my last post and sitting there fine. My brain seems too busy with life organisation to argue with me over my gut. I'm cruising!
Anyhow I've been house shopping, spending time with my sister and uncle and aunt and loving my man. My job continues to be awesome and I'm doing damn well.
So I've been in a quandry. My uncle who is a very successful economist and accountant sat me down and talked sense to me. If I buy my wee croft on the beach in bumfuck nowhere David won't have a stab at a career, the mortgage will chunter along with only my contribution and then it will sell poorly or not for years as the stagnant housing market limps along in rural areas. It broke my heart but fuck me he's right. After much soul searching and honest discussion I turned my house hunting efforts to the central belt of Scotland namely Stirlingshire. My God it's full of Victorian properties that make my bustle russel.
I am viewing 8 properties when I get off the rig and they are so lovely that I'm a bit shocked I'm allowed in them let alone aloud to potentially be their guardian. When I think about the enormity of this situation all I can think about is how my surgery paved a yellow brick road of success for me. I'm so profoundly humbled by this that I wonder how catastrophic my previous work life balance would be now if this never happened.
Anyway this is a little hello and sorry post. I'm here but I'm overwhelmed with the good and scary stuff right now. I'm holding steady with no further bounce back...in fact I'm down three kg's since my last post and sitting there fine. My brain seems too busy with life organisation to argue with me over my gut. I'm cruising!
