Haven't been on here much lately...

They say the three most stressful things in life are:
- getting married
- getting divorced
- moving home

If I ever were to get married, I'm lucky in a sense because I'm an event planner by trade so I've all ready done a few of these. I imagine my own would be more stressful but I figure I can illiminate a lot of it just by routine.

If I were to get married I certainly wouldn't want to think about getting divorced. I'll just hope that never happens.

Which leaves me with moving home.
September 2020: my boyfriend and I find the perfect house and the rollercoaster begins.

My boss said "you know it's one of the most stressful things you can do"
"Pah" I scoffed, "so far so good"

Oh how naive I was. You see, I got all that paper work in pretty sharpish, I like being organised and know where I'm at but that was where the stress started. I didn't realise just how long I would be waiting for everyone else to be ready.

Months of endless waiting and there was nothing I could do about it.
It started taking over my every waking thought, I started wondering what worst possible senario could be happening.
"There is literally nothing to worry about" my boyfriend would say.
"We don't know that!" I'd snap back.

Then I realised something. It wasn't the house purchase in itself (well it was but it was a specific part) I'm just not good with stress I can do nothing about.
I never get stressed about work deadlines or organising things. Anything I have control of, I can smash it out of the park.

I wish I knew before this process just how awful the feeling of waiting for such a lifechanging thing would be.
Note to self: chain free properties only from now on.

Today I have my contract and my boyfriend and I move in on the 12th.
A learning curve for me it has been and now I get to do all the bits I can be excited about: sorting bill transfers, packing, buying furniture... the control freak in me is happy once again.