Got a message from the landlord this morning.
Transfer received, flat is mine, phew.
Going to sort out my leaving date/ who is paying my annual leave when I get to work today.
Obviously it all comes from the same company, but just as obviously each branch has their own targets/ budgets/ staff costs. It's not up to me to sort it out for them, just to make sure everyone is informed all the way down the line.
Took my first shopping trolley worth of goods to the charity shop today.
Got my first box of things to move packed.
Filled my first binbag full of general rubbish, and put the equivalent in the recycling bin.
This is actually going to happen, people.
My anxiety levels are still spiking though. Waiting for a telephone appointment from the Doctor today re medication. I spent last night dozing in between muddled dreams about bakery starring the cast of Trainspotting, as I'm reading the prequel (Skagboys) right now. No more packing this morning, although maybe a little bit more before i go to work this afternoon. Little and often.
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