For about three days I could breathe, I could smile. I househunted with the view of actually choosing a house. We had been worried about affording the move in costs (up to £2500 with one estate agent) associated with another rental. But we have to move, there is no choice so I had to suck up my pride and approach my company for a loan. They said fine, they said no problem!!! I felt so much better. So we stopped trying to work out how we’d afford storage for all of our stuff and where we could park the cars to sleep in at night.
It turns out the company can’t afford to loan me the money, whatever they loan me will be out of the pockets of the company accountant and/or company director. I can’t accept that. How can I? It is generous and good and pleasantly surprising but I can’t do that. I can accept money from family, or banks- but my boss? The company accountant?
I don’t know. I’m scared. How can we be homeless? We work Full Time, we have three kids, we have an English Heritage membership, we read The Independant and The Guardian. We visit national monuments and we have family dinners around the table and don’t let the kids watch to much TV, we don’t drink, or smoke, or do drugs. We buy the cheapest groceries. What have we done wrong? How can we possibly be facing homelessness?
*Well, yes I have been known to buy The Daily Mail, but only, ironically, for the property section- with its multi-million dollar houses and celebrity owners. C’mon- it’s eye candy for the renter! Surely that’s not so bad though, right? Am I being punished for coveting expensive houses?