I have three more months before two important things are gonna happen.
Isabelle is arriving.
I can finally sell the wretched house.
Chris said to me that he was sorry for making our lives such misery (the house issue), but all I could think of was - how happy I'd be when I'm finally outta here forever.
It ain't much of a misery; we need a bigger house after all.
And I hate the decor anyway.
Complete with bad memories and imaginations.
Sigh.
Three months are not too far away. Yet I wished it was now.
I hope the banker calls today.
So much anticipations and worries about financing the new house.
It's after all, dual meagre income with three young kids in toll- read: insufficient funds.
I'd better make a mental note to have less pamper-myself times at the salon.
Arrgh... The agony of middle income families.
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