My house searching has been reaching fever pitch lately.
Whilst I have the future option to find a place with a recently returned blogger, I was dreading having to return to my dad’s place after this weekend.
31, Living with my dad and eating Oma’s cooking (which although can be yummy is a rotation of schnitzel, meatballs, roast and stir fry :)) was not going to be my idea of where I wanted to be.
So, I put a post up to Allhomes.com.au indicating that I was getting desperate for a room, and could someone please save me.
I received a phone call on my mobile on Friday, but I was busy at work and didn’t answer it.
They left a voicemail and I played it back.
This guy rang and said he had a couple of rooms available at his place in Flynn.
Oh yeah, and he said that he’s 31 (me as of 5 days ago), has 3 kids (count ’em. 1, 2, 3) and his name is Mick.
No freaking way.
That is just……weird.
I thought I was an original!
This continues the theory or how my life works.
Stuff just kinda…works out for me. Give it a bit of time, don’t get too stressed out and shit will work itself out.
Maybe I have some sort of magical mojo chakra aura or something.
Fate? Destiny? Jebus?
So, yeah, I got the place. I can move in tomorrow and I can actually have a HOME again.
Anyone got a trailer I can borrow? 🙂