And so does life.
Today is six months since I doodled this.
I was sat, for the second day in a row, in a tiny stuffy room at the bank, waiting to hear if the appeal against the rejection if my loan application had been successful.
It was a momentous day, a life changing decision. A yes or no meant the difference between me being stuck in a rental rut, or being a homeowner once more.
I had a less than ten percent chance of success, and the pessimist in me would not allow myself to get my hopes up, so this is what I did as I waited nervously for an answer.
Thankfully all was well, and eight weeks later I was a homeowner once more.
Where has the time gone?
It seems five minutes since I was fighting for things to go my way, and yet it already feels like I’ve lived here forever.