We have been trying to move for three years from the flat that we were in. It was so small, ideal for one person alone not three. We had viewed multiple places and attempted to go through with a few but lady luck was just not on our side.
I'm usually very skeptical, but as long as I lived in that flat and more so since we have left, I have been thinking that the place itself was jinxed. From the moment we moved into that place, everything went up in the air and came crashing back down awfully fast and hard.
We had a flood of over 5.5ft of water two weeks after moving in resulting in loses of over 4k and a water bill that was through the roof. We lost our daughter at that flat. We had both the flat and our vehicles vandalised numerous times. We fell out with family members that we were extremely close to to begin with. We were harassed and attacked over social networking sites. I was stalked and abused. The list goes on.
Anyway, we found another house on the market. It wasn't the most gorgeous house to look at, it wasn't the larger but it was perfect for us. We booked a viewing and went of to see it. The house had three times the space of the flat, a huge garden, parking, was in the location we wanted, amazing schools within walking distance and my fave part was Phoenix would have his own room.
We had a social worker for a while too, she was helping us move. All we had to do was find a property and let her know and she would do the rest. We decided to go for the house, it was worth one more try at least.
We had our fair share of problems whilst trying to get the house. Things were going wrong in every direction and it was as if we just weren't meant to leave the horrid flat. Eventually, thanks to both family and our support worker, things worked out for the good. We got the house! Yay.
We signed the tenancy, picked up the keys and started moving things on Friday 27th September. I had not been that excited for a long time, it all felt so surreal. On the Sunday we gave back the keys to flat, that was the biggest relief.
So, we've been frantically unpacking and trying to settle in to the new home. Phoenix' routine was all over the place at the flat due to incidents outside. Being here has somehow managed to correct it. He sleeps in his own room, in his own bed. He eats more than he did. He's happier and so on.
Things finally feel as though they're looking up for us, I feel more relaxed and happy and so does my family. Since moving in I haven't had one single panic attack and my depression already feels a heap better.
Yay for us.


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