A few weeks ago I ordered a new table on chairs for the flat from the tinterwebs.
This was after 10pm at night.
The next day I was told my furniture was ready for delivery and given a web address to go to in order to arrange my delivery.
I chose today from the days given me as an option because I knew I would be at home.
Three days ago I received a text telling me my order would be here between ten and twelve.
This morning I got back from work and sat in front of the tv to wait.
By 9:42 my furniture was here and the delivery guys gone. To short, hot and early in the day for tea, they left with chilled cans of coke.
When they rang looking for our address, they were less than 150ft away. I have been so impressed with all of the service I have received to date.
Many thanks to The Great Furniture Trading Company and their delivery partners.
Now just to open my boxes, and make sure my delivery is unharmed.
Until six months ago I spent two years sharing a bedroom in a three bedroom house with five adults, three cats, one toddler and only one bathroom.
Getting back on the property ladder and finding my own space has been bliss.
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.