Putting my faith in that 'everything happens for a reason', mantra.
Everything happens for a reason?
It's safe to say, that the last week hasn't exactly panned out how I'd planned. On Tuesday morning, I'd packed my life up in London, got in my car, and was driving back to Liverpool ready to move into my brand new flat on Wednesday. I was so excited. I'd already planned where everything was going to go in the flat, how I'd decorate and what cushions I wanted to buy to match the furniture. I'd planned to use the rest of the week moving in, buying everything that I need, and finally getting my shit together.
Wednesday was going to be the new start that I'd been craving for months.
And then I got a phonecall that turned my excitement into multiple teary breakdowns on the M42. The flat had been double letted - meaning that someone else had also signed a contract and paid for the same flat, and they had moved into what was meant to be MY flat that day. If it wasn't for family nearby, I'd have been quite literally homeless.
L O L.
That didn't happen.
What actually happened was that I cried. I called friends in a panic having no idea what I was going to do. I was my typical, overdramatic self and I told everyone that everything was ruined, how everything was starting to get better and now my life was back to being terrible and clearly someone, somewhere just didn't want me to be happy ever again.
And then I sprung into action after feeling sorry for myself and a good old pep-talk from a friend (this tends to happen every time!).
Thankfully, it seems to have pulled through for me, because I've now found a second flat that I totally fell in love with. It's in a better location, has the most gorgeous views, and is actually just what I was looking for the first time around - but it just wasn't available then! It came on the market on Wednesday, I viewed on Thursday, and secured it on Friday - and now I just have to pray to the gods that everything gets sorted so I can move in this coming week!
This last week has shown me that I'll never-not be dramatic, but it has made me realise that I can be far more reactive to a situation than I thought. My breakdowns didn't last for as long as I expected, and I was actually able to pick myself up, not dwell on something I couldn't fix, and just get on with things as best that I could over the next few days.
At the end of the day, I didn't have any control over the situation. This was someone else's mistake, and as awful and staggering as it was, there was nothing that I could've done to get that flat back - someone else had also signed a contract and paid a deposit after all.
But now, I have a better flat, and I can't wait to move in!