Our landlord has decided to sell this property, so we're being forced to move. Again. It'll be our 4th move in just over 3,5 years and it really, really sucks. We'll probably need to be out by late August. I was so hoping for some stability now, both for Saint and I and for our kids.. But no. That just wasn't to be.
I'm just devastated, but I'm trying to keep it together. I know I'll need to plan most of the move, find us a new place to live, coordinate movers (if we can afford them) and/or friends and family to help us out, coordinate with the old and the new land lord and.. everything. Saint is great at the practical stuff, and he's a good organizer, but I'm a better coordinator.
The kids don't know yet. They're so young, they can barely comprehend "in a few days", the idea of having to move out of here in 2,5 months wouldn't make any sense to them. We'll tell them eventually, of course, but no reason to upset and worry them yet. I've got my fingers crossed that we'll be able to find a new place soon as well, so we know where we'll be headed come august. This sort of uncertainty is really bad for my mental health, and I know it worries Saint as well.
In other news, I got sterilized two days ago. It's quite an invasive procedure in women, so I'm still feeling pretty beat up.. But hopefully I'll get better soon. At least this way, we won't have any unplanned pregnancies on top of everything.
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