I am feeling blue. In three months of house hunting only two suitable properties have become available for rent, and on both occasions the landlords chose someone else. Which is their prerogative of course, but my hopes of a garden for summer are seeming slim now, and I can’t help feeling disappointed.
There is so little available that every three bedroom house that comes up is inundated with interested parties. And of the six I have viewed only two have been a decent enough size for our family. After another ‘no’ yesterday, I feel like nobody is ever going to choose us when they have a range of people applying for the same house – there will always be a smaller family or people who look financially better on paper.
It is disheartening, but equally I am trying not to take it to heart. The people turning us down don’t know us, it is nothing personal, just business for them. But for me it is a home not just a financial transaction, and I am desperate for a garden. I long to be able to fling open the doors on a sunny day. I want to be able to buy a paddling pool and a sandpit. I want to sit out in the last of the days sunshine when my children are in bed, cold drink in hand.
I am trying to put my faith in the ‘the right one will come along’ idea, but I wish it would hurry up and arrive. Come on Universe, lob the perfect place in our direction before I face another Summer holidays garden-less!
The thought of six weeks trying to entertain two boys of very different ages without an outdoor space to throw them out into is frankly terrifying me at the moment. The recent far shorter holidays have been trying to say the least. Syd misses his regular routine of playgroups and pre-school, especially missing the chance to get outside and play on their trampoline or in the water trays. Max has outgrown play parks and the like, and has to be dragged out against his will. There is little in terms of a day out that has equal entertainment value for a two-year old and a ten-year old, I was pinning my hopes on having our own garden for messy games and general romping about to keep us busy and sane.
So keep your fingers crossed for us, and I will try and keep my chin up for a little bit longer. And if you have a three bedroom house to rent in Dorchester, you know where to find me 😉 ,
Love Miss Cisco XXX