2004-05-01 11:08 a.m.
Oh, the relief of finally having found somewhere perfect to live next year. Only it doesn't feel as good as it should do because I haven't broken it to Faye. I suppose she'll have a right to be upset as I've spent the last few weeks mumbling about not being able to afford to pay the retainer and having to speak to my dad first every time she's brought it up. It's for the best though, things between us are fragile enough at the moment as it is and I'm almost certain that living together would finish us off.
Anyway, being shown the room, which is in a house which has been divided up into individual flats, and being greeted by photos of the third year I was messing about with at the start of the year all over the wall didn't freak me out as much as you'd expect it would, although it was weirdness on a stick. He described the place he lived to me and when this place came up I had a niggling feeling that it might be the same house, but I didn't expect to end up living in his old room. I'm just glad that I never went back to his place because that would have been weird.
So hopefully I'm going taking a final look at the place tomorrow before signing the agreement, and I should be talking to Faye tonight. Wish me luck, although I probably need it more with the latter.
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