The Cerebral Mum

On Thursday I officially became a non-homeowner. So now there is no mortgage to pay and no more borrowing money from Peter to pay Paul. And one huge sigh of relief.

I probably could have written about this sooner, before settlement, before the money was there on paper, but things had really been coming down to the knife’s edge and I - for want of a less superstitious phrase - just didn’t want to jinx it.

Now, it’s a crippling stress gone from my life, and things can finally move forward.

I sold the house to Big Sis and her B who - fabulous news! - have a little boy due in November. Cas and I remain here in Big Sis’ house which, when I find an apartment, they will renovate and rent out. In the meantime, with Big Sis gone, there is no more broadband connection, so I’m temporarily reduced to a pre-paid dialup account and won’t be online as much as I would like in order to get all my blogs running as they should.

But I will be back to full strength at some stage in the near future.

I’m still packing boxes although, barring the kitchen, I’m really now just down to the dregs. I have a few debts still to pay off, when the cheque finally clears, and I am applying for passports so that, finances permitting, Cas and I can have a brief holiday in New Zealand and he can finally meet his Grandad (my natural father). It seems like I still have a million things to do so if I sound hesitant rather than euphoric, that is why. But once I’m finally resettled, well, then I will truly feel free.

I did have a celebration though. It just so happened that one of my oldest friends was staying over on that Thursday night because she had training the next day in the city, so we went out for dinner and ate oysters and drank champagne. And then got pulled over by a booze-bus* on the way home (my first time ever) so it’s a good thing the champagne was a glass rather than a bottle!

And the very next morning, I went to the hairdressers’ for the first time in two years. (And that time, it was a present from my Mum.) This was after a month of working out my angst on my hair at home - bleaching, dyeing , hacking - so I now have a chic, shorter do and healthy, shiny hair. (I’ll put up a picture when I can, although I still haven’t even managed a photo of my new glasses from the beginning of the year yet. One of the difficulties of being a single Mum is not having anyone else to hold the camera.)

What else? Uni, you ask? How is that going? Well, it kind of went belly up. With Big Sis in her first trimester at that stage, and with her back problems (she has had spinal surgery and there are limits to what she can do), having her mind Caspar while I went to class became a problem, and then I was ill myself. So I have taken this semester off in order to find somewhere to live - somewhere which doesn’t entail a six hour round trip to get to class - and will be starting over again in the summer.

All in all, things are happening. And things are good. And I’m looking forward to beginning a new chapter very soon. The cage door has been unlocked and, soon, I will be walking out of it.

Love and hugs to all of you who’ve stuck around.

XX

*For non-Aussie readers, a “booze-bus” is what the police use to set up roadside random breath tests to check drivers’ blood alcohol levels.

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