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Moving. Again.

(Dammit)

So we gave our notice at the beginning of July. Big mistake in not leaving first and then giving notice, but as usual, Matt doesn’t listen to me. *grumbles* Anyway, we now have a move-in date, one month from today (yay) and I seriously just can’t wait to get out of here. When the previous tenant warned us that our landlord would go all weird when we gave our notice, we should have listened, because now we’re going to have to get a lawyer involved. The constant harrassment, blaming us for something he knew was wrong before that we were not responsible for, arguing about any and everything… He said he would get his lawyer involved, but it seems that if he did, they either told him to leave us alone until we left, or was told to piss off cuz he doesn’t have any case against us, because he suddenly is now avoiding us, even tho we still need some things sorted out and dealt with. (like rent, the damned floor, etc.)

But anyway, the new landlord is doing everything aboveboard, nothing dodgy about this guy, and the current tenants give him a glowing reference to us (tho they kind of have to so we’ll take the place LOL) and he did seem really nice. The only downside (if you can even count it as one) is that he doesn’t speak any English, but I had no trouble understanding him, nor did hubby, and he could easily understand our French, so there you go. We’re moving to a village in Belgium, just over the Luxembourg border, which is handy for Matt’s work. (20 minutes away with traffic. Bonus, that.) He’s registering us as renting from him with the local commune (council) and we just have to go in to register ourselves as and whenever. Quite a change from here, can tell ya that.

Matt is getting someone to come and move everything for us, and he said one of them even does the cleaning after they’ve moved all our stuff, so that will do just nicely. Less stress on us both. He’s also getting a car from work, tho when, we’re not quite sure. He needs it cuz his car is just getting worn out and despite many attempts at repairing it, it doesn’t make any difference. So that’ll be handy for him too.

Gaz has been helping out a lot over his summer break, tho he doesn’t actually want to go back to school in Sept. He doesn’t really have much choice – it’s his last year, and we’re not pressuring him to go to uni if he doesn’t want to. (His grandparents a completely different story, but that’s them…) He’ll be able to come home and start up his business straight from school then, having the qualifications he needs. Or even work at any of the fancy restos anywhere in the area if he really wants to.

Fifi is growing like a weed, as usual. Just had to get her a load of new clothes and she’s now in the 18M size, even tho she’s not even a year old yet. I’m gonna be the shortest in my family (and I’m not even that short!), I know it. *pouts* She got some new shoes too, cuz I’m tired of her wearing scrubbies (aka casual stuff like jammies and whatever) and having to wear her sunday shoes with them. She’s almost worn those out too, come to think of it. But anyway. For a baby, she’s awfully opinionated on what she wants to wear LOL She picked out almost all the outfits herself. (she has expensive taste *woe*)

Tired again so going to lay down/sleep. Can’t wait to get out of here and have a proper house with permission to have as many pets as we want, even. (we’re getting a dog! *flails* we want a rabbit too but no garden for the poor thing, so…) No stupid restrictions, or harrassment, or anything like that. \o/!