The last few days have been busy, adjusting, beginning again – thinking about what a New Year really means. We all make such a big deal about what we’ll change from one year to the next, but really, it’s just another day. Why do we restrict ourselves to waiting for a whole new year when instead we can change anything we like at any point we like…
So I went back to work on Thursday. I work in IT, which is really information security but because no-one has a clue what that means I tell people I work in IT. I also have my own business which has been my baby for the past 5 years and one day I dream of it being my living. But work is ok, I can’t complain. I’ve been there nearly 11 years, the people I work with are genuinely friends. It’s all about to change though, quite dramatically. First of all, we have a new MD who is joining at the start of March. I say ‘new’ because we did have one, in fact still do, but he’s past retirement age and has only ever been part time so it’s not affected our dynamic too much (I should mention that we’re a very small team, varying in age from early 40s to late 20s and more-or-less self-manage with the proper hierarchical peops sitting in an office in the US). This new guy is younger, under direction from a new team of managers at the corporate place and is going to be there FULL-TIME. FULL-TIME. Gone are the lengthy chats about our personal lives, the ‘flexible’ time-keeping, the ability to control our own working destinies. Wondering what this will all mean for me, for all of us, is consuming a lot of my thinking time these days. I’m trying to be positive as I’m generally an upbeat person but 6 months down the line things could be very different.
This would all be ok were it the only thing I had to think about, but this is already shaping up to be a wild year. We’re in the process of trying to buy a house for starters. A proper grown up thing to do, even though I got married 6 and a half years ago, which is also pretty grown up. Anyway, we’ve been saving like mad for the past 18 months and had planned to start looking this spring. Apart from like the impatient imp that I am, I started looking last autumn. And we got a provisional mortgage (yay!) and then found this house that we sorta, kinda like. He went to see it, I went to see it. Twice (you have to do these things in the dark too you know) and although I didn’t walk in through the front door and yell “THIS IS IT OH YES IT IS”, after I’d slept on it – twice – I realised that this could be like the total dream home. I need to quirk it up and oldify (word?) it a bit but it genuinely is brilliant.
So we put a cheeky offer in which was originally rejected but then accepted and we started freaking out because, like I said, this is all about 4-5 months earlier than we were expecting to be moving. And we’re trying to keep it secret too because he has this dream of letting our parents know about it by sending them “we have moved” cards, which I must admit would be pretty neat BUT means that I, who am a talker, don’t really have anyone to talk to about these things. Hence starting the blog. I feel like there is a lot to say.
I have to go now, I feel a bit self-indulgent writing away when there is lots to be done. Checking my Ebay sales (if we are to be moving, it’s time to clear out) plus wrapping the orders for my online business. I’ll write about that too one day. I was also meant to do some cooking and tidying, but we have enough paperwork to fill out than would fuel every fire in London and if you’ve ever bought a house you’ll know that these things have to be done faster than Speedy Gonzales. Sigh.
Thanks for listening.