The days in the life of The City Gypsy.
Sure the news was not welcome, and I tried to contain my rise of emotions but I kept wanting to laugh out loud at it all. Because how hilarious is it that this is happening to me again. I tell people I am a gypsy for a reason. I never stay still. I'm always on the move. Basically perfect for a sitcom.
What makes me laugh even harder is that I've actually memorized every single one of my postal codes.
Is someone up there testing my skills? It seems that I keep failing a simple task of making a home for myself. It's either a sign that I should stop looking, or I have to figure out what I've been doing wrong in the past to finally get it right.
What is really meant to be anyway? Miko thinks it should be endless cuddling, and I agree.
Regardless, I pray that this will be the last move for me for a long while (but that doesn't count travelling overseas!).
***So if anyone comes across a nice bachelor/1bedroom in a great part of the city then please feel free to pass along the info***