Until last month, I had been suffering from a major and drawn out ‘episode’ of severe depression. Episode seems too short a descriptive. It was like a box set, that just went on and on and on, with each season bringing absolutely no change and nothing new.
Consequently, celebrating has not been on the agenda, however much a small voice inside has begged and pleaded to know why the indefinable ‘magic’ of the universe and being alive, just wasn’t there anymore for me. Persuading myself to go outside in spring/summer? No enjoyment of seasons at all. Finished a gruelling task? Emotionally … nothing, zip. No satisfaction whatsoever. Birthdays? Nothing. Apart from more disappointment that I am older still, and still ill. Easter? I did not even notice it last year – did it happen? Christmas? For two years, it just didn’t come ‘feeling-wise’ for me. Btw I actually really love Christmas, and am normally a person who feels the ‘magic’ building from Autumn on. I love the songs, movies, wrapping presents, trees and foliage, and all the decorations!
My spirits lifted quite quickly at the end of February, and I have been tentatively stepping forward since then. Trying to make progress, but not too fast. Fast is dangerous for me, as I can swing from depressed to manic, which then becomes very intense for everyone else.
This weekend has been a bit of marker in my recovery. The follow events are the big milestones that happened.
On Good Friday, I handed over my rental property to new tenants and that has gone very smoothly so far. They seem lovely, and also capable.
In the last week, I have been slowly reconnecting with the friends from whom I have basically been ‘distancing’ myself from since I fell ill. We had a group Zoom call on Saturday, which was really fun, and has also left me with a kind of warm fuzzy feeling that is still present. I think its called ‘re-connection’!
On Easter Sunday, I spent a few hours being ‘crafty’. Painting eggs for an Easter tree is something my sister and I used to do as kids, and only occasionally since. It has been ‘work’, but overall incredibly satisfying as its creative, produces an end result, sense of achievement and also is very festive. My home feels cosy, loved, and very Easter-y.
I am not sure of my plans for Easter Monday, but, I can guarantee I will be Staying at Home. Probably taking it easy and pottering around the house and garden. Watching a bit of TV or a film maybe. Or reading stuff on WordPress, and (a limited amount of) scrolling on social media.
All I can say, again, is how incredibly grateful I am for everything. All the above events, my friends, my family, my houses, my cat, the technology that connects people at this strange time, and of course my returning health.
My heart feels very full of love and happiness this Easter. I would like to ‘beam’ this love out to everyone I know and anyone reading, especially those that may be in need of it!
It is Wednesday, I think. Not sure what date. In these lock-down times, days become ‘as one’.
Its sunny, and I’m in my garden with a really late breakfast. Nice. I won’t post many food pics – it annoys me when others do.
The only other thing I’m doing is waiting.
I’m waiting for a call from my estate agent, although I’m not sure at all who my actual contact is anymore, as they are nearly all working from home or ‘furloughed’ (which btw is an absolute candidate for most popular old word of the month)! They haven’t said they would call me today, but it really is time I heard from them!
For the last week and a half, to get around the current ‘scatty’ situation as best as I can, I have simply CC’d in every contact I have at the agency, if I’m emailing for any updates/questions. It just about works, but not always. They are always very helpful when they do get in touch though, so worth ‘bearing with’.
Moving date push-backs
My 5th tenant at ‘Property no.1’ was meant to move in on 1st April (what a joke right?!).
Then it was delayed to Friday. Fine, I didn’t want it to be Aprils Fools day anyway…maybe it was a joke!?
Then there was a bit of a major landlord-roadblock. On Friday 27th March, the boiler malfunctioned again, after having been ‘fixed’ with a new part the week before. I called the plumbers. I like my plumbers, they are really decent people and efficient traders. They came out on Monday to inspect. Together we decided on a new boiler, the existing one being 13 years old and a right pain, so it was the best option. The new boiler was installed and up and running by Tuesday afternoon. Wow! I told you they were efficient.
Back to the agents, confirming all okay my end ( albeit a couple of grand less in pocket). Oops, I forgot that they will now need a new Landlord Gas Safe certificate. Of course, without it the tenancy cannot proceed and the contract cannot go out for signature. The plumber comes on Wednesday late afternoon for this, as due to the Coronavirus, the deep cleaner wishes to be all alone in the house. No worries. Gas cert. done and emailed to agent by Wednesday evening. Inventory booked in for Thursday.
Contracts go off to tenant & her ‘housing office’ – she is a US Airforce employee. They faff about for unknown reasons. This week, on Monday – tenant is having trouble signing contact with e-sign. Tuesday… I am now resolved to the waiting game and remove the bunch of tulips I placed in the house last Friday. No point hoping for any fast action right now.
Today – as I write this, an email from the agents arrives saying:
I’m sorry to bother you again on this – I have just received an email from the USAF housing office to say the tenancy needs to start on Friday 10th April as Ms ‘thetenant’ cannot get time off work until this date.
Some clarification at least & hopefully all is still going ahead!
One of the key reasons behind the choice of name for this blog, is that I am truly grateful to have had an acceptable application and holding deposit for this property – before the sh*t hit the global fan with COVID19. In addition, she is US military,… which is a really rather secure job, with generous housing allowance. All in all, I’m a lucky landlady.