Today we carried the first box of our stuff over to Mark’s parent’s house. Over the next month or so we’ll slowly pack up everything here, and move it over to the other house. Once there it felt so great, and I feel amazing because somehow it feels more real now. Our first house together.
I have switched between doubt and amazement throughout the day here. Is this really happening to me? Should it be happening to me? I want to grab Mark close and hug him because I’m happy, and then five minutes later I wonder if we’re not rushing things.
Mark’s dad has already started working over there in Wiltshire. For some reason he got a new job really fast, and I suppose there’s always a need for a good plumber that has a good word-of-mouth about him. So, Mark’s dad wasn’t there; just Mark’s mum who had the sensibility to leave us alone while we got twee and mushy.
They’ve got their new house sorted too. Everything is prepared, and we’re just waiting for specific dates now. We get the house on the 20th of May. We’ll probably move the bulk of our stuff some time after. At least we won’t have to move any furniture, which is nice. Last time I helped someone move, it nearly broke my back.
We also looked around for a new bed. The one we have is auntie’s old one, so we can’t bring it along. We need to get our own bed, preferably a more modern one without the wrought iron bed-frame. But the prices are really high, so we might just have to go to IKEA and buy something cheap.
Our finances will indeed be a bit better once we move. Mark’s dad has made the basement into a separate flat, and some University student is moving in there. But, and this is the important thing, Mark (ie us) gets the rent from her.
Or, rather, Auntie will collect the rent and make sure it’s paid each month, and she’ll handle any problems that might arise. At least we won’t have to do any rent-collecting. Not that I’d mind. I could be like a bull-dog and yap at her if she didn’t pay the rent.
This means that we’ll finally have money to party! If either Mark or me weren’t really home-bodies, and instead actually went out and lived the wild and wanton teenage life. Yes, I shall sit down in front of the computer for four hours and write about the wild and free teen years.
Stephen and his girl are going to have a party, again, this week, and I’ve actually conspired a bit with him and Mark. Mark is a part of a small LGBT club at his school, and he’s going to invite a couple of them to the party. And then I’m going to bring Abbie along.
I am not sure that this is wise, but I really want Abbie to get out a bit, and meet some other open gay people. Hell, I myself would like to meet some other open gay people. This time I will even try to keep my jealousy in check.
So, this weekend could either be a disaster, or amazing. Either Abbie could be furious for me taking him to a place with other gay people, or he’ll end up snogging all night and not feel so lonely for at least one night. And maybe it will give him some strength to take a step out of the closet. I’ll report back on Monday to tell you all about it.
I have actually finished a novella! I am so pleased with myself. I’m going to put it in the drawer, and let it stew for a week or two and then start to revise it. And then I’ll probably put it up here on the blog. It is one of those episode things I talked about earlier.
So, today has been a really good day: the house, the party, the money, and a finished story. Things are looking good for us.