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PSA: No new fic

Just a…head’s up, I guess.

I have just found out that I will have to move at the end of the month.

I have moved…nine times (I think) since I’ve lived in London, and the inexperience has invariably been exhausting and stressful and draining. (Being poor makes everything more challenging – I was once so short of cash that I couldn’t afford to hire a van, and moved all my earthly belongings either by carrying them on my back or with the help of a pram I bought in a charity shop. A tip for my dear readers – NEVER do this).

I have decided that it is time for me to get my own place. Which, I can’t help but fear may be one of the more unwise financial decisions I’ve ever made (London property is EXPENSIVE), but… being dependent on a flat mate for stability and security is incredibly stressful. I worry about it ALL the time – at least if it’s my own flat, I will have control over whether the tenancy ends.

I say this, but I am also painfully aware of how scarce flats I can afford are in London – and until I have found one, I’m not going to be able to think about anything else. I barely slept last night as it is. (All of this is the London housing crisis in action, by the way – I make a good living (now, I didn’t always) and yet finding somewhere I can afford to live is going to be a real challenge).

So if I can’t stop my brain from twirling round the anxiety carousel about this move, I think it’s safe to say writing of any kind is unlikely to occur.